, 1882-01-13
Poetic HnuslOn.

"CouId | see the literary editor?' in
ouirei very pretty girl as she opened
the door OF the editorial rooms.
81 expect YOU could, miss. replied a
Young man, "if you were in the immed-
ate vicinity, as he is not a fairy,
"Oh, 1 meant was he in here said the
girl.
at the present moment was the :o-
ply "tho literary editor is attending a
chicken Dispute, but | am keeping an
eve on whatever pearls of thought come
IN during his absence. What is your
rucket?'
~ don't think quite underetand you
sir" said the girl.
"ire you poet?'
eyes. sir, that is
"Oh, | know you amt a good one;
they all say that. But If you've got a
poem Just stand over there IN the cor
ner and read it. can get onto the gait
of the stanzas better that way
The young lady appeared somewhat
surprised at this method of receiving
poetical gems, but tripped lightly to the
place indicated by the young man and
read as follows:
send thee back this shining band of gold,
Does il waken memories Of honor sold
Did st thou think my soul hath sunk SO low
That could wear thy ring, and know
That to another was plighted thy troth?
Na-'twould wrong rs both.
"Thatll do. Did you write it your
self?'
"Yes, sir, was the reply.
Its tough" said the atlahle young
man. II can see that it dives and pitches
around considerable, although I'm not u
connoo2er in poetry. Besides, she doesn't
rhyme like she ought to. For instance,
sis, take these lines
That to another was plightcd thy toth?
Nay twoud wrong Us both
"Now, 'troth' and both don't rhyme.
Wen have to fix that. How would this
do:
That to another was plighted thy troth?
Tn, loves more thin than chicken broth.
THAT kind of eases her mp little,
doesn't it," and tue young editor smiled
atlably in the general direction of the
girl.
"Do you think you can print it next
Sunday" asked the young lady, looking
bewitchingly pretty as she spoke.
"Oh, YOU bet well print it. Stick 1t
into bang.up place, too. Any time you
grind out some slush just bring it to me,
and /"
At this point the literary editor came
in, and tho Young man who had been
doing so much talking indicated to the
girl by series of violent winks that the
new arrival was the person she wanted to
see. Explaining her business, she
handed him her poetical efforts. He read
it carefully, and then said:
II really perceive that you have the
gem of poetic fire in your heart, and that
it needs only care and time to blossom
forth into howerof resplendent beauty.
The effort which you have handed me is
crude. 1t lacks the finish which culture
and experience alone can give. | will
reconstruct the first stan2a in accordance
with the ideas just enunciated."
After writing for n moment or so the
literary editor read as follows:
Take hack, y perured heart. this golden band
No longer shall it shine on Bcauty's hand;
To depths 30 low never could descend;
This ugOni2ing heurtbrcak will end
Another has your love, full well know;
BE not afraid, for scorn you are too low.
You see that gets in all the ideas, and
somewhat improves the language" said
the literary editor.
And will you print it Sunday"
Certainly, and in a prominent posi-
tion, too, Now, whenever you have any
poetry just bring it to me, and"
"Neyer mind these ducks, SIS" said
the trottipg horse editor, who entered
the room at this juncture. I'm the boy
that takes Il crack at the poetry. Why,
neither of them know a three-em dash
from a foreand-aft schooner. When.
ever the muse troubles you just bring
your verses to me, and"
But the girl was gone Chicago