New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-08-01
Wrestling With Editors.

manuscript, unWrapS IL, Is TeaOlng IL,
glancing at it, skimming through the
last few pages, turning over the rest,
hands it back to me.
cit is rather lengthy, I hardly think
we could find room for such an article. y
He bows; takes up another manuscript
from his desk.
I creep down the steps, with heart
SO heavy I think it must have turned to
stone.
It is drilling rain. The afternoon
has become baleful. Idon't care if / get
soaking wet, and my best dress and hat
are just ruined. won't catch up my
skirts. Let them take care of them
selves, made them short enough.
don't try to keep my heels out of the
mud, but tramp over the crossing with
desperate fat-footedness. 1t has been
looked at, called nothing but lengthy Il
detest that word) and returned to me.
I clutch detcrminately at the remnant
of courage, gather it up, hold it tight,
and start for the next newspaper Of
flee.
60 slowly up the steps, fairly drag
myself up, wishing they would reach
to eternity, and there was no such place
as editorial rooms at the end. All too
soon stand before the closed door. It
is too much. The spirit is strong but
the flesh is weak. / turn on my heels,
60 nimbly down again, and lean against
I will give it up. The roll in my hand
stands on end and stares ME in the face.
Oh, dear! don't know, though, why 1
should feel so meek, have such a hang
dog air. They do, every last one Of
them, publish trash and plenty of stup-
idly told things. seize my manu-
script, or it seizes me. We mount the
steps, open the door, Another one of
those lightish-brown mustached, pretty
young men steps toward me. look at
him sharply. l was in that state of
fierceness that, do believe, if [ had
found the shadow of q smile lurking in
his face should have boxedh him, but he
stood before me quite grave.
Il brought this piece for the paper"
''Is it a story?"
feel a spasm of laugh in my
throat.
mo, sir.'
"The managing editor, guess, is the
person you wish to see. -
At this another gentleman steps for
ward. My balance has been slipping
away from me-. What avails frantic
grab? 1 fall into state of topsy -trrvi-
ness, head over heelness. The words
that had made ready stick to my lips,
and can only put the manuscript into
his hands quite dumbly. He shows me
an inner room, points to a chair, seats
himself at a desk and begins to read
My eyes fail on a waste-basket by his
desk. "Oh, you open-mouthed, greedy,
hope-d,evouring, Unsuitable thing!" and
l shake my fist at it. It gapes at me
insolently and looks expectantly, like a
dog waiting for q bone, at the paper in
the EDITORS hands.
Il will circumvent you yet, you see, :"
and was so exasperated that had l
been near enough should have upset
it. II see this has literary mcrit' 1
start, start almost out of my skin, as l
hear the words. He merely remarks it
and goes on reading: The revulsion
from despair to something like hope is
so sudden and sharp. l feel my face
twist up, and the tears spring to my
eyes, followed by hurried anxiety to
get them out of sight without being
seen. l have just made my handker-
chief as small as possible, and was
slipping it up to my eyes, when-''This
is something that will interest the la
dies.''
Up looks the editor; my hands drop,
my head jerks forward, down splash the
two tears shamefully into my lap. But
his glance goes over my head, as if he
expected it to fall on the face of q taller
person, but it did not matter, the top OF
the hat would do I was seized with
the absurdity of it, and coughed to drown
a gigglc.
He turns over the pages, glances here
and there. Oh, for some power to di-
rect his gaze! If it would only fall on
Concerning Titles.
At a recent meeting of the Lime-Kiln
Club Rev. Penstock, who insists upon
being addressed by his title, and who
never accords the same honor to any
If the Judges, Colonels or Professors in
the Club, suddenly bobbed up and Of
fered the following resolutions:
''REsOLvED-Dat Judging dOg-fght OF
a jumping match does not license a cull'd
man to assume de title of Judge wild big
REsoLvED-Dat while white-washin' an
ttove-blackin' am purfeshuns to be looked
up to an respected, de puss'ns fOllerin
SIGH purfeshuns am not necessarily PROBES
sors wild a big p; and
REsOLvED-Dat bossin' a job of diggin' {
cellar or film an ice-house doan' entitle
Penstock was hardly down before the
fhirtaon ppnfoconrc couonfoon 1,1Hrne
and twenty-eight Colonels in the club
were on their feet and demanding to b.
heard They felt the insult and were pre-
pared to resent it, and Penstock wa
seen to grow pale at the rate of = mile :
minute. Brother Gardner finally Sc
cured silence after continuous rapping
and then said:
''Will de Rev. Penstock please explain
how he come by his title?''
Eyes sab. lze q preacher, sah.''
''Was you regularly ordained?"
eyes, sah."
"Who ordained your"
1.-TWO of de deacons of de Fust Bap
fist Church of Richmond?''
There was a general yell over his re
ply, and the worthy member lost hi
LCLApCl 1tull 1uSlcU HUH VIC IOOlll.
''My friends" kindly observed tn
President, "envy allus overreaches her
self. If itseems to please q fellow-mor
tai to call him Professor or Judge OF
Major or Gineral, keep it up. It costs
muffin, an keeps him good-natured. I
sounds much better dread in de paper
dat Prof. Ginalong Jones am at presen
engaged in cartin' out ashes fur Col
Dayball Smith dan to menshun dat oil
niger Jones has struck job of de gin
ger beer peddler. Let dignity go wiz
you titles, howeber. Professors am out
er place in a white mans chicken coop
an de Judge who lets his wife 60 b ar
tut will appear powerful small in d
eyes Of his nayburs. We will now strik
closin' attitood an disjourn de meet
in. "-DetrOit Free Press.
Trustee Pullback, of the Lime Kill
Club who has been putting OF
considerable many airs since hi