The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-01-19
Poetic Enuslon.

"Could I see the literary editor?" in
quired very pretty girl as she opened
the door of the editorial rooms.
81 expect you could, miss, replied
young man, s'if you were in the immedi-
ate vicinity, as he is not fairy"
"Oh, meant was he in here!' said the
girl.
cat the present moment" was the re-
ply, ''the literary editor is attending O
chicken dispute, but I am keeping an
eye on whatever pearls of thought come
in during his absence. What is your
racket"
IT don't think quite understand you
sir" said the girl.
care you poet?"
eyes, sir, that is"
"Oh, 1 know you. amt good one;
they all say that. But if you've got
poem Just stand over there in the cor
ner and read it. I 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 it 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?
Nav-'twould wrong us both.
"Thatll do. Did you write it your.
self?'
Eyes, sir" was the reply.
"It's tough" said the affahle young
man. 81 can see that it dives and pitches
around considerable, although I'm not
connoozer in poetry. Besides, she doesn't
rhyme like she ought to. For instance,
sis, take these lines:
That to another was plghted thy troth
Nay-'twould wrong us both.
"Now, 'troth and both don't rhyme.
Well have to fix that. How would this
do:
That to another. was plghted thy troth
Tn, loves more thin than chicken broth
''That kind of eases her up little,
doesn't it?" and the young editor smiled
affably 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 we'll print it, Stick it
into u bang up place, too. Any time you
grind out some slush Just bring it to me,
and I"
At this point the literary editor came
in, and the 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 flower of Respondent beauty
The effort which you have handed me is
crude. 1t lacks the finish which culture
and experience alone can give. l will
reconstruct the first stanza in accordance
with the ideas just enunciated."
After writing for a moment or so the
literary editor read as follows:
Take tack, y perjured heart. this golden band,
No longer shall it shine on Beautys hand;
To depths so low never could descend;
This agonizing heartbreak / 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 o prominent posi-
ton, too. Now, whenever you have any
poetry just bring it to me, and"
"Never mind these ducks, sis" said
the trotting horse editor, who entered
the room at this juncture. I'm the boy
that takes crack at the poetry. Why.
neither of them know a three-em dash
from fore and-aft schooner. When
ever the muse troubles you just bring
your verses to me, and
But the girl was gone.-[ Chicago