The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-07-27
HER GRADUATING ESSAY.

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dherent of Iroquois smiled a bland
.:1,14 smile, which seemed to reassure
lady amazingly.
of course" she continued, II don't
exatlv know which editor want to see,
becuse-"
'Nh, that's all right" said the advo-
catef the Saratoga scale of weights for
twoear-olds. 1--WE don't expect people
whoome around here to know anything.
They're pretty much all in state OF
vagu uncertainty as to how they got
heraet alone knowing what they want,
or h~ they are going to find 1t out
and gain the quarter stretch smile
beaud forth in all its splendor.
"yell," said the young lady. I'm 60
ing graduate next week, and mamma
said hat perhaps if read my essay to
somt editor he would point out any little
iefets in it, and show how they could
De rmedied.'
81 amma told you that, did she?"
"Tes. SIR"
"Your maternal ancestor" said the
rse reporter, sis evidently a person OF
at mental fertility. She could not by
possibility have given you more
vet pointer. What is the title of
essay"
fe's Possibilities, was the reply.
subt is certainly a comprehensive
$50" remarked the compiler OF the
woma, land in the case Of lovely
ING inlay include anything, from be-
inc ont IS of the White House to hang
Side vhannel shirts on the West
to tacl,a have got a pretty good nerve
ture." bject of so sweeping ma
sir9n o"'o ;, like to hear my essay,
on We'll, repli, the Young man who
once began the 49,. IS lectnre with
.he somewhat sStl;ng announcement
h tnat Henry Ward3eecber whose name
LAS oeen SO worthilyborne nv one of tbe
connt ru'oessiul trotthg stations in this
enca Ias, appeared beore large audi
lie 0 - iast evening" 81 cannot allow a
fore a pass my ruby lips, and am there
w;ld,v ;s.Iained to say that am not
Insulated with the scheme you
s-n1 ~esS', W.. .~~o".
The coming graduate seated herself
alongside the horse reporters desk.
Shall l begin at tine beginning?" she
asked.
II think you might better" was the
'eply.
"Schoolmates," began the girl, I'VE
stand upon the verge of shoreless sea,
he -"
"Hold on" said the horse reporter.
Come back and get the word again. "
"Why, what is the matter, sir?" asked
he young lady.
That's all wrong" was the reply.
How can any one stand on the verge of
! shoreless shore? If a seas got verge
low can it be shoreless?" If seas got
verge it isn't shoreless by quite con-
iderable. You might rig that sentence
Up differently"
do you think so?"
Certainly do. You might as well
'ay you were sitting in the arm chair of
chairless parlor. I suppose you have
been there"
The young lady blushed and said she
'eally didn't know.
Il reckoned you'd grasp the smile, 4"
aid st. Julien's friend. Chicago girls
nay not be be beautiful, but they are
'uperbly fly. Now we will change that
inc to "We stand upon shore of sea
hat stretches away as far as the eye can
ollow, until its shimmering surface is
Kissed by the purple rim of the horizon
hat bends to meet its laughing waves as
be mother bends over her baby boy
III gentleness and love'-now, that's a
laisy sentence"
do you think SOP" asked the girl.
"You bet / do"
Perhaps, then, you would be kind
'nough to suggest the outline of an
'sssy for me. / hardly think the one /
lave written would suit you"
"Well," said the horse reporter, '.you
rant to say something that will catch the
I'D men that have nice young sons;
that will carry the old toughs
hack into the misty past with its food of
ender recollections, and make EN- feel
8 if they ought to have died early.
The Ship Of Life racket is pretty good
me-"
The what?" asked the young lady.
The Ship of Life Racket" replied
he horse reporter; land seeing that you
AVE started out ON a sort of marine
ssay, perhaps it would be about the
'cst way to heave it head. You take that
entence about the shimmering sea be-
ng kissed by the horizon, for starter.
nd then you go ahead and tell how,
Fhen sombre Night spreads its sable
all over forest and moorland, over
alace hall and humble cot there CLEANS
orth in all ITS pure rsdiancs the clear, |
Ieady light d high and noble purpose,
ever fading, even when dark clouds Of |
eopoir honm a<hvarf the horixon nnd |