The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-12-17

I W5ACd1OI SuOWeQ pld1uIF tuab he I6IU
themonkey was something uncanny''
andn0t to be nodded with.
Dropping Into Poetry.
If you please, sir" said the young
/ lay timidly, as the exchange editor
hsnded her chair, 'I have composed a
few verses, or partially composed them,
anal have thought you might hslp me
finjh them and then print them. Ma
says they are real nice as far as they go,
anapa takes the Eagle every day"
She was a handsome creature, with
beautiful blue eyes, and q browning
glGy as yellow as golden roses.
May I show you the poetry ?" contin-
ued The ripe red mouth. "You will see
that couldn't get the last lines of the
yeryes, and if you would please be so
kid as to help me='
Help herl Though he had never even
resd line of poetry, the exchange ed
itOr felt the spirit of the divine art food
bis soul, as he yielded to the bewildering
masic. Help her! Well, he should
smile.
''The first verse runs like this" she
went on, taking courage from his eye:
'Hov softly sweet the autumn air
The dying woodland Ellis,
Aid nature turns from resi- less care
ITO anti-bilious pills!'' added the ex-
change editor, with jerk. ''Just the
thing. Itrhymes, and it's so. You take
anybody now. All the people you meet
are"
st suppose you know best" inter
rupted the young girl "I 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 dove-eyed kline upon the moor
Look tender, meek and sad,
While from the vail. y comes the roar
''Of the mateless liver pad!' reared the
exchange editor. "There you get it.
That finishes the second so as to match
with the first. It combines the fashions
with poetry, and carries the idea right
home to the fireside. If [ only had your
ability in starting verse with my genius
in windingit up, would quit the shears
and open up in the poetry business to-
morrow
"Think so?" asked the fair young
lady. "It don't strike me as keeping up
the theme"
"You don't want to. You want to
break the theme here and there. The
reader likes it better! Oh, yes. Where
you keep up the theme it gets monoto-
nous"
perhaps that's SO, 'rejoined the beau
ty, Frightening up. 81 did not think of
Yaat. Now / will read the third verse:
How sadly DROPS the dying day,
As night springs from the glen,
And moaniog twilight seems to say
'"The old mans drunk again, wouldn't
%, would it?" asked the exchange ed
ior. Somebody else wrote that, and
Te might be accused of plagiarism. We
must have this thing original. Suppose
ve say; now just suppose we say, why
lid [ spout my Ben 2"
"Is that new?" inquired the sweet,
osy lips. eat least [ never heard it be-
sore. [ don't know what it means"
"New? Deed it's new. Ben is the
Presbyterian name for overcoat. and
spout means to hook. why did I spout
ny BENZ means why did I shove my
topper. That is just what twilight would
think OF first, you know. Oh, don't be
draid; that's just immense.
''Wel, I'll leave it to you, said the
glorious girl, with a smile that pinned
the exchange editors heart to his spine
This is the fourth verse:
"The merry milkmaid sombre song
Re-echOes from the rocks
AS silently she trips along
"With holes in both her socks. bv
love p cried the delighted exchange ed
Tor. "You see"
"Oh! no! MOI" demonstrated the blush
ing maiden. ''Not that"
Certainly" protested the exchange
EDITOR, warming up. ''Nine to four she's
got 'e1n; and you get fidelity to fact with
awealth of poetical expression. The
worst Of poetry generally is, you can't
state things just as they are. It amt
Ike prose. But here we've busted all
the established notions, and put up an
actual existence with veil of genuine
poetry over it. I think that's the best
flea we've struck yet"
81 don't look at it as you do. but of
course you are the best Judge. Papa
thought I ought to say,
Il As silently she trips along
Il autnmn's yellow tracks.
Wouldn't that do2"
'Do! just look at it. Does tracks
rhyme to rocks? Not in the BROOKLYN
Eagle it don't. Besides, when YOU say
tracks and rocks you give the impress.
son OF some fellow heaving things at
another felIowwho's scratching forsafety.
Socks, on the other hand, rhymes with
the rocks and beauties them. while il
touches up the nilkmaid, and by de-
scrlbing her condition shows her to be a
child of the very Nature you are showing
up"
81 think you're right, ssid the sweet
angel. I will tell papa where he is
wrong. This is the way the fifth verse
runs:
" And close beh md, the farmers boy
Trlls forth his simple tunes,
And slips beh nd the maiden coy"
"And splits his pantaloons; done ii
myself; know just exactly how it is.
Why, bless your heart, you"
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste, paste
But it is with a saddened heart that he
ships and pastes among his exchanges
now. The beautiful vision that for a
moment dawned upon him has left but
the recollection in his heart of one sun
beam In his like, quenched by the shower
Of tears with which she denounced him
as nasty brute" and went out from him
forever. -Br'ookIyf1 E'dgLe.
Lead Pipe Poisoning.