The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1880-12-10
DROPPING INTO POETRY.
THE EXCHANGE EDITOR DOES IT SATUR
ALLY

DhOBB1N6 lN1O BOEIRt.
THE EXCHANGE EDITOR DOES IT SATUR-
ALLY
{" If you please, sir" said the young lady,
timidy, as the exchange editor handed her
a chair, " l have composed a few verses, or
partially composed them, and ] thought you
might help me finish them and then print
them. Ma says they are real nice as far as
they go, and pa takes the Eagle every day.
She was a handsome creature, with beau
tiful blue eyes, and crowning glory as vel
low as golden rods. There was an expect
ant look on her face, a hopefulness that APP
pealed to the holest emotions, and the ex-
change editor made up his mind not to
crush the longing of that pure heart if he
never struck another lick.
9" May ! show you the poetry - continued
the ripe, red mouth. "You will see that
couldn't get the last lines of the verses, and
if you will please be so kind as to help
me"
Help her Though he had never even
read a line of poetry, the exchange editor
felt the spirit of the divine art flood his soul
as he yielded to the bewildering music Of her
voice. Help her We'll, lie should smile.
" The first verse runs like this" she went
on, taking courage from his eyes:
e How softly sweet the autumn air
The dying woodland nils.
And nature turns from restful care
"To anti-bilious pills." added the ex-
change editor with jerk. just the thing
1t rhymes and its so. You take anybody
now. Half the people you meet are"
"I suppose you know best" interrupted
the young girl. Il hadn't thought of it in
that way, but you have better idea Of such
things Now the second verse is more like
this
THE doveeyed kline upon the moor
Look tender, meek and sad
While from thc valley comes the roar"
"Of the matchless liver-pad - roared the
exchange editor. There you get it. That
finishes the second so as to match with the
first 1t combines the fashions with poetry,
and carries the idea right home to the fire
side If I only had your ability in starting a
verse, with my genius in winding it up, I'd
quit the shears and open in the poetry bust
ness tomorrow.
20 Think so 81" asked the fair young lady
g 1t don't strike me IS keeping up the
theme"
"You don't want to. You want to break
the theme here and there. The reader likes
it better. Oh, yesi Where you keep up the
theme it gets monotonous."
"Perhaps that's So responded the beau
ty5- Frightening up. q didn't think of that.
Now I'll read the third verse
- How sadly drOops the dying day,
As night springs from the glen.
AID moaning twilight seems to say Wy
1.-THE old mans drunk again. wOuldn {
" Somebody else wrote that, and we might
be accused of plagiarism. We must have
this thing original Suppose we say-now,
Just suppose we say: why dill we spout
my Benz
is that new =" inquired the sweet, rosy
lips at least | never heard it before. l
don know what ii means.
"New? Deed its new. Ben is the
name for overcoat, and spout means to hook
why did l spout my Benz means why did
shove my topper? That's just what twi-
light would think of first, you know. Oh,
don't he afraid-that's just immense"
'.WeH, I'll leave it TO you, exclaimed the
glorious girl, with q smile that pinned the
! exchange editors heart to his spine. This
is the fourth verse
The merry rniIkmaid's sombre song
Reechues from the rocks.
As silently she trips along
With holes in both her socks, by Joye, %
cried the delighted exchange editor. ! on
see"
/ ooh, no, no - demonstrated the blushing
maiden. a." Not that
Certainly" protested the exchange ed
itor. warming up. - Nine to four she's got
'em: and you get fidelity to fact with {
wealth Of poetical expression. The worst Of
poetry generally is you can't state things a:
they are 1t amt like prose. But her,
we've busted all the established notions, anC
put up an actual existence with the veil o.
genuine poetry over it. l think that's th'
best idea we've struck yet"
Il don't seem to look at it as you do, bu
of course you are the best judge. p;
thought l ought to say
As silently she trips along
in autumn's yellow tracks
Wouldn't that do ."
Do, just look at it. Does track
rhyme to rocks? Not in the Brooklyl
EagIe it don't. Besides, when you sa,
tracks and rocks you give the expires
sion OF some fellow heaving things at anothe
fellow who's scratching for safety. Socks
on the OtfibI ndlltl lily tiitS Win lbNhS an
these beautify them, while it touches up tin
miIkmaid, and by describing her condition
shows her to be a child OF the very natur
you are showing up
al think you are right" said the swec
angel 'I'll tell pa where he was wrong
This is the way the fifth verse runs:
And close behind, the farmers boy
Thrills forth his simple tunes.
And Sins beside the uali.l coy
% And splits his pantaloons Done it my
self know just exactly how it is. Why
bles, your heart, you-"
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste, paste. Bu
il is with a saddened heart that he ships an
pastes among his exchanges now. Th
beautiful vision that for a moment Gawne
upon him has left but the recollection in hi
heart of one sunbeam in his life, quenche
by the shower of tears with which she d,
uounced him as a brute" and went on
from HIM fcreyer.-,Jdc iT Brooklyn Eagle.
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