Daily Los Angeles herald., 1880-11-17
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DROPPING INTO POETRY.
A Exchange Editor Who Thought Hs Knew
s0msthing About Poetry.
from the nrookl1n E.ele.l

I'll you please, sir,n said the
young lady, timidly, as the ex-
change editor handed her a
chair, II have composed few
verse;, or partially composed the m,
md I thought you might help me
8utsh them aud print them. Ma
1ays they are Zeal nice as far Is
they CO."
She was a handsome creature,
With beautiful blue eyes and q
orowning glory as yellow as golden
ro6s. There WAS an expectant look
on her face, q hopefulness that
appealed to the hottest emotions.
and the exchange editor made up
his mind not to crush the longing
pf that pure heart, If he never
otruck another lick.
shay show you the poetry?"
continued the ripe, red mouth.
you will see that + couldn't gel
the last line Of the verses, and II
you would please be SO kind as To
nelp NEE
Help hei! Though be had never
read line Of poetry. the exchange
editor felt the spirit OF the d.
vIue art dond his soul, as he
yielded to the bewildering music
Help help we'll he should smile.
Hrhe drst verse runs like this,'
abe went on taking courage from
his eyes;
ssHow softly sweet the Autumn air
Jhe dy ns woodlai fills,
And Nstu turns from res'ful care
ssro snti-bilious pillsy' added the
exchange editor, with Jerk.
"Just the thing. II rhymes and irs
20. You take anybody now. Hall
the people you meet are"
II suppole you know best" in
eefrupted the young girl. l "hadn't
thought Of 1t IN that way, but you
have y better idea Of such things.
Now the second verse is more like
this:
ssThe dove eyed kline upon the moor
Look tender, meek and sad,
While iro.n the valley cvmes the roar
ssOf the mateless liver padW
r0ated The exchange editor. There
you get IL. That finishes the Sec
Ond 80 rs to match with the first.
IL combines the fashions with
poetry, and carries the idea right
home to he fireside. If I only had
your ability in starting verse
with my genius In winding it up,
1'd quit the shears aud open in
etie pnetry business tomorrow.
tlhink s.2n ssked the fair
young lady. ut don't strike me as
keeplng up the theme.V
"Yuu don't want To. You want
to break tue theme here and there.
The reader likes 1t better. Oh!
yes. Where you keep up the
theme it gets monotOuOus."
"Perhaps hats So" REFINED the
beauty, Frightening up. 81 didn't
think OF that. Now I'll read the
third verse:
How sadly drops the dying days,
70 night spfi IS fr1m the glen,
4 And morning twilight seems t. Say
sssrhe old mau's drunk again,
wouldu't do, would it2" asked the
exchange editor.
ssS0mebody else wrote that, and
we might be accused of plagiar.
Ism. We must have things origin.
nj sSuppose we say; now JUS,
suppose We say, "Why did I spou,
my BsnT
ais that new?n inquired thu
sweet, rosy lips. AT least I nevel
heard 1t before. don't know wha
1t mean-n
"New? 'Deed It's new. Ben Il
the Presby terrain name for over
coat, and spout means to hook
"Wny did spout by Benz" means
why did shove my topper. That
just what twilight would think Of
first, you know. On! don't bt
afraid, that's just immense"
swell, Pill leave it 10 YOU" said
the glorious girl with smile that
pinned that exchange editor''
hesrG to his spine. This IL thu
fourth verse;
1.-THE merry milkmsid's somber song
he.echD from the cks,
As ii en- .ly she trips along---
"With holes IN both her socks
by JoveW cried the delighted ex
change editor. "You see"
.sOh! no. nov' demonstrated th,
blushing maiden. mot that"
"Certainly," protested the ex
change editor, warming up. "Nin'
to four she's got 'em; and you ge
fidelity to the fact with wealth
OF poetical expression. The wors
Of poetry generally is, you can'
Ptate things as they are. It ain'I
like prose. But here we've bust
Ell all the established notions, anG
( put up an actual existence with q
veil of genuine poetry over it.
think that's the best idea we,v,
struck yet -
don't seem to look at 1t al
you do, but Of course you are thu
best judge. Pa thought L ought t.
say.
~ silently she trips long
In Autamn's ye low ails."
Wouldn't that do?u
"Dsi Just look ut 1t, Doe!
q -acks' rhyme to 'rocks?' N
ia the Brook lyn Eogte it don't,
Besides, when you say tracks
aud rocks you give the i'm
preston of some fellow heaving
things at another fellow who's
scratching for safety. 'Socks,' on
the other hand, rhymes with
the 'rocks,' and beauties them,
while it touches up the miIkmaid,
and by describing her C ,ndition
shows her to BIZ a child of the very
nature you are showing up"
II think you're right" said the
sweet angel. "l',i tell pa where he
vas wrong. This Is the way the
nth verse runs:
s'And close behind tho farmers boy
Tiills or n his simple tunes.
And VI ps b hind The maiden coy
sand splits his pantaloons
dons IL myself; know just exactly
how 1t is. Why, bless your heart.
you -
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste.
paste. But il is with a sadde0ed
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