New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-05-02
An Editorial Poet.

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The conversation in the editorial bou
doir, when the entire staff is present
sometimes takes a wide range, and fire
quently contains food for thought simila
to that found in the London letters
printed in the New York journals Sucl
was the case one day recently.
81 have about come to the cOnclu
son." said the Political Professor
scratching a confidential mole on thu
| top of his head, "that every daily news
paper ought to keep a tirst-class poet
Look at the New York SIN; look at thu
Philadelphia Ledger.''
Suppose we get up "A Hymn to the
| Hyena, y said the young Peachtree ed
itor, with light, hooking smile.
| ''The hour for Jokes is past,' re-
sponded the Political Professor, lit il
now five minutes after 1O.''
| There was not the slightest trace Of
bitterness in his tone. He was firm, but
he never for an instant forgot the ETH
quette that characterizes West End.
els the Hyena joke, then?' the
| younger Peachtree editor asked.
The irony of this inquiry was so pal
| pable that if it came throug h the Atlanta
Custom House, duty of 1928 dollars a
! ton would be collected on it, on the
ground that it was steel railery. Here
the business manager interposed.
"Why can't some of our own men
write all the poetry we need?"
'That's what [ say,'' the police re-
porter explained, giving the center
table thump. "Why, only day before
| yesterday l saw man that could open
up and give you a rhyme right straight
along one, two, three and no scratches.
Yes, l did. And I hope never to see
another hanged if he wasn't West End
man too. He was, for fact"
Il think you gentlemen from Peach
tree will discover, after q while, that
| West End has it's attractions" said the
Political Professor seriously. ..What
| about this rhyming man?"
''Wel," said the police reporter, cit
was this way. He had cat he wanted
to get rid of, and what does he do but
put her in a bag and fetch her to town
on the street car When he got to Pin
sons drug store, on the corner of Mitch
ell and Whitehall, he united the bag and
| turned her loose. The man went home
on the same car, and when he got there
the cat was wiping the town mud off her
feet on the door mat
| ''But where does the rhyme come
inPn asked one Of the Peachtree cynics.
easy enough-just easy enough.
There was the cat upon the mat. Cat
mat. See? What more does any man
| want than that? Cat-mat- Amt
he got it down fine?''
''Is this the size of the West End
booni?' asked Peachtree, with an air of
fashionable languor
II have little offering here?" said
the Hyena Editor, who had taken no
part in the discussion, "that I think will
partially redeem West End
''Out with it!'' exclaimed the Political
Professor. ':Let's have it,
The Hyena Editor drew forth roll of
manuscript, and, in his embarrassment.
dropped one of the sheets. 1t was num-
bered sci ghty-six." This seemed to
cool the enthusiasm of the staff, but curl
osity prompted them to remain.
''The title said the Hyena Editor, s'is
The Pulse of Spring. Shall 1 read it?''
There was no response, and he began:
Through fields of blue the swallows fly,
with quivering wing and twittering cry,
. and, where the grass is green and sweet
The kildee runs to warm his feet"
'That's business" exclaimed the DO
lice reporter. ''That's grease in the hub,
and it goes at 2:20 gait. Amt that
kill-dee event a darling? 1t gives me
the all-overs. If / had the money I'd
give ZOO for corner lot in Il clover
patch. That's away ahead of the cat
poetry
The Hyena Editor blushed wildly and
proceeded
Swift shadows come, soft shadows go,
And underneath the violets blow
AT this point there was a general
movement toward the door, and the DO
lice editor exclaimed:
''Now here! Let up! Thiswon't do!
The violet racket is barred. Before
there were any switch engines or real
estate agents, it was we'll enough to talk
about violets blowing. Don't get this
nice little blossom mixed up. Give it
chance. What the people want is poetry,
as stiff and substantial as one q. ,,.u'.
arts iron dogs"
The position of the Constitution poet
is still open to the highest bidder. Com
munications should be addressed to the
Boston Manager. -Atlanta Constitution.