Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1879-01-15
BlJah on foeiry

who writ piece Of poetry and wants
to know what you think Of IT, Bjah
can tell 'em. The older he grows the
easier it is fol him to recognize the fe-
male who sat up ill midnight to make
broom rhyme with moon When he
opeEed his reception room Saturday a
woman was in waiting, and the moment
he got his eyes on her he said 10 him
self:
'l'll bet she's got poem on autumn
leaves or the last cOrustalkv
She had.
Mr.. JOY Size began, as she took the
r'd rocking chair, and united the strings
o. her bonnet how many volumes Of
poetry have you written?'
IL don't remember the exact num-
Der. madam
Have you written anything lately?'
We'll, no-nothing except a letter TO
nv SISTED.
i suppose the papers and magazines
are continually annoying you with invi-
tations TO write for their cOumns9' she
quered, as she began to untold eer po-
etry.
oh, Of course
1 have written few verses-just for
my own amusement, which | should like
TO have you read. Mr. joy. l may send
them to either the Christian Witness or
the Chicago rimcs. il the, Offer 10 pay
enough. l don't know but you can dash
IN little Of Jour peculiar sentiment
mere and there and add piquancy to the
whole. Twill read 1t verse BY verse:
"Summer dear has I'D and gone.
Aud Autumn it is here;
The wind it ha> a lonely howl.
Aud every thing looks drear.'
How is that!
'That. madame. is'uperb. I've read
thousands Of Daniel Webster's poems
which didn't begin with That. Ii, how.
ever. seems to lack tone
How
well should have the last two lines
read:
1.-The wind it makes me awful dry.
And L feel Ike drinking BEER"
You see, madame. you-'
sir! do you think I'd write a poem
on berr!' sine Interrupted.
Madame, the object of writing poet
~ is to appeal to the various sen,imenIs
ot the human heart. In the first line
YOU appeal to memory. Summer has
fled aud gone. aud we once remember
how we ale Strawberries and cream and
went in swimming. Ia the second ap-
peal to the present. In the third. as l
nave il. YOU appeal to Il sense OF thirst,
Ahich. | assure you. madame. is perfect
ly awful. The last line meaions beer,
aud thousand of hearts will at once ex-
pand a, .he word. That verse will be
remembered wncn Shakespeare is dead
and forgotten
Mr.. JOY. is that honest:'
Honest Injun, madAme.'
She hardly believed him, aud after
some hesitation went on to read the
secsnd verse:
The oakcn oaks are robed in red,
The grass has lost It's green;
The leahess branches leihess are,
And cluud.cls cald are seen,"
Madame. that beats the other for or-
lIinal thought aud purity Of Imagination,
but think yeu can make few slight
changes tor the better. For instance
I'd start the verse off with:
The coal bin hasn't got lump, ,"
And I'd arrange to end it with:
And the price Of Eaters is too high"
SIR, how dare yOu!'
How dare | WHAT If you don't
appeal TO sentiment, what is poetry
good for? We ali know that the grass
has lost its green; We expected it to; it
always does about this time o. year.
But, madame. what sad echoes gallop
through the soul when you come to
mention al empty coal bin at this time
ofthc year We know that cloudlcts
are cold. They are out all night and
the frost gets after them. Sentiment
,urns from cloIlcts to the price OF
Prachblows aud Early Rose potatoes,
and there }ou appeal To public indisua'
lion.'
Mr.. Joy,' she remarked, as she
rolled up the paper in a determined
way. we canuol agree on poetry. |
lon't think YOU ram all piqlancy to
this little effort of mine
well. I'm sorry. 81 style Is known
as the E.sllake. while yours Is more Oh
the Cormthan. and it should write 4
poem suppose you'd see several places
where YOU could improve it,
L doa't think so she drylyremarke'
- she rose to 90.
We'll. that hatters me, Of course. an'
n return desire to say that l coul'
read your poetry till fell asleep
Thank you! she snapped. aud sh'
hot through the doors rs II she had un
pleasan. thou ihts.
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SURE SIGNs.-TO loose mony is
IN el bad luck.
TO meet funeral is a sim OF death
To dis,ipalc oday l. Il siSn your hal
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