The Osceola times., 1882-08-19
THE GRADUATING GIRL.
How Horse Reporter Fixed Up an
Essay for Her.
Chicago Tribune.

Essay for Her.
Chicago Tribune.
81 would like to see az editor" said a
lady of rather prepossessing appe rance,
as she opened the door of the editorial
room Yesterday afternoon and glanred
furtively into the apartment.
THAT is not particularly herculean
task, miss" said the horse reporter,
"when the fact that within the precincts
of this room there are no less than four
gifted children of genius who fulfill the
requirements embodied in your request
becomes known"
"Well said the young lady, IL am 90.
ing to graduate next week, and mamma
said that perhaps il | read my essay to
some editor he would point ont any little
defects in it and show how they conld
be remedied."
Mamma told you that, did she?"
"Ies, sir"
"Your maternal ancestor said the
horse reporter, "is evidently person of
great mental fertility. She cosld not by
any possibility haze given you more
correct pointer. What is the title of
your essay
"Life's Possibilities, was the reply.
That is certainly a comprehensive
subject" remarked the compiler of the
2:3O list, "and in the case OF lovely wO-
man, may include anything, from being
mistress ofthe White House to hanging
out red flannel shirts on the West Side.
You have got a pretty COOL nerve to
tackle q subject ofso sweeping nature
Would you like TO hear my essay, sir?"
"Well," replied the young man-wh o
once began the report of lecture with
the somewhat startling announcement
that Henry Ward Beecher, whose name
has been SO worthily borne for several
years by one of the most successful trot-
ting stations in this country, appeared
before large audience last EVENING"
cannot allow lie to pass my rnby lips,
and am, therefore, constrained 20 say
that am not wildly infatuated with the
scheme you mention, but still you can
read this essay. | am young, bnt tough"
The coming graduate seated herself
alongside of the horse reporters desk.
"Shall begin at the beginning" she
asked.
81 think you might better" was the
reply.
"'Sch hsolmstes,'" began the girl, ave
stand upon the verge OF shoreless sea,
the"
Hold on" said the horse reporter.
"Come back and get the word again"
"Why, what is the matter, sir2" asked
the young lady.
That's all wrong was the reply.
"How can any one stand upon the verge
of shoreless sea? If seas got verge
it isn't shoreless by quite considerable.
You must ris that sentence up different
ly."
"Do you think so 2'
"Certainly do You might as well say
you were sitting in an armchair of
chairless parlor. | suppose you have
been there"
The young lady blushed and said she
really didn't know.
81 reckon you grasp the simile," said
st. Julien's friend. Chicago girls may
not be beautiful, but they are superbly
fly. Now we'il change that line to we
stand npon the shore OF sea that
stretches away as far as the eye can fol-
low, until its skimmering surface is
kissed by the purple rim of horizon
that bends to meet its laughing waves as
the mother bends over her baby boy
all gentleness and love'-now, that's
daisy sentence"
"Do you think SOP asked the girl.
"You bet | do
"Perhaps, then, you would be kind
enough to suggest the outline of an essay
for me. | hardly think the one have
written would suit you."
"Well, ~ said the horse reporter, "you
want to say something that will catch
the Old men that have nice young sons
something that will carry the old toughs
back into the misty past with its flood Of
tender recollections, and make 'em feel
as il they ought to have died early. The
Ship of Life racket is a pretty good one"
"The WHAT asked the young lady.
"The Ship of Life racket" replied the
horse reporter; 'and seeing that you have
started out ON a sort of marine essay,
perhaps it would be the best way TO have
it head. You take the sentence about
the shimmering sea being kissed by the
horizon for a starter, and then You go
ahead and tell how, when sombre Night
has spread its sable pail over forest and
moorland, over palace hall and humble
c,t, there CLEANS forth in all its pure ra-
dance the clear steady light of high
and noble purpose. never fading, even
when dark clouds of despair hang heav-
lily athwart the horizon, and the lurid
flash ofthe distant lightning, followed by
the hoarse rumbling of the thunder like
the mutterings OF mighty giant, foretell
the coming of storm in which the very
elements shall rage in blind fury against
each other. That's corker, amt ?"
81 suppose So" was the reply.
You bet it is, sis only you mustn't
forget to get in words like 'lurid flash
and pure radiance because they're what
set out the balance of the slush. / know,
because I've been through college my
self"
Have you?" said the girl.
Yes. l know you wouldn't suspect it,
because i don't smoLe cigarettes or ride a
bicycle, but I've been there, all the same."
is that all l should write-that about
the storm?" the girl asked.
We'll, | should say not. You want TO
describe the squall in all its dreadful
splehdor, and tell nice, easy lie about
stately ship that has come from The far
away away Islands of the Southern Seas. where
me bieeses are laden with the balmy
ooof OF spices, and all that kind of rph.