San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1882-07-06
have written would suit you."

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 the tender recollections, aud
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 sort of ma.
rine essay, perhaps it would be the best
way to heave it ahead. You take that
sentance about the shimmering sea be-
ing kissed by the horizon, for starter,
and then yon go ahead and tell how,
when somber Night has spread its sable
pail over forest and moorland, over
palace hall and humble cot, there
CLEANS forth in all its pure radiance
the clear, steady light of high andpo-
BILE purpose, never fading, even when
dark clouds of despair hang heavily
athwart the horizon, and the lurid flash
of the distant lightning, followed by
the hoarse rumbling of the thunder,
like the mutterings of a mighty giant,
foretell the coming of storm in which
the very elements shall rage m blind
fury against each other. That's cor
ker amt it ?" ..a .l.,t..
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 col
lege myself .~.sl A,prp.a iia.t
"Have your" said the girl.
Eyes. Iknew you wouldn't suspect
it, because I don't smoke cigarettes or
ride bicycle, but I've been there, all
the same"
ais that all 7 should write---that
about the storm ?" the girl asked.
"Well, should say not. You want
to describe the squat in all its dreadful
spelendor, and tell nice, easy lie
about the stately ship that has come
from the far away islands of the South.
ern seas, where the breezes are laden
with the balmy odor of spices, and all
that sort of rubbish, you know. Then
work up the peroration. Tell how the
good ship, almost in sight Of home, is
attacked by the tempest. Give 'em
great talk of the erstwhile placid
surface of the deep as tits being dashed
into ungoverpable fury by the fierce
winds that seem to laugh in very glee
OF the destruction they are causing.
And then, when everything looks as
dreary, and dessolate, and hopeless as
the editorial page of Milwaukee pa
per, lug out the light cleaning in all
it's pure radiance again. and have the
ship get safely into port. Then say
that the ship is the Ship of Lite and
the light of a mothers love, or some
thing like that, and sit down. You'll
be sure to hit 'em hard if you do this"
"Do you really think SOP"
"Its dead certain"
aThen shall follow you advice, and
let me thank you for your kindness, }"
said the girl as she started for the
door.
"Don't forget about the lurid glare,
SIS" shouted the horse reporter.
II will remember it, SIR YVES the
reply, accompanied by smile.
aAnd the pure radiance OF the
flames" he continued. "a flame with
out pure radiance is of no earthly ac-
count in graduating essay"
| II won't forget" and another smile
was waited down the hallway, "and
now good-by sir"
EAU revoir," said the horse reporter.
.Come in again after you are married,
/ and will put you Oh to nice name for
your first baby"
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