The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-05-12
The Friend of Rarus.
Chicago Tribune.


 You must have written that ia a Wig gins year." sad the horse reporter You've go, some daisy kinds at weather strung along through tha; li,tle epic"
 !" But don't sec"
 "Of course you don',.H sad the friend of Rarus. There are none se blind as those who won't qui; writing poetry. Ru; I'll show you. Now iu the nrst ;, ,nza oi your poem II tells about your si,iins ny the creek where you and whatever hl> name k. sat one h;ile year ago = although where there Is any difference in the size of years have been unable to discover. Then I; says tha, the sot, ra,n battered on the leaves, and the April grass was wet. doesn't it ]"
 "les. sir." replied ;lle poet.
 Il hope you had ya-r gn'a shoes along. sis. hecars. there is nothiag sad der than a lovely woman wlih cold ia her head. When cataffh comes in d; the window. love flies out Al the door. And then. after fixing the date of your aqueous excursion to the scene of former reveries 2 being m April. you 20 on and tell ghost story about the nightingale making vocal June's palace paved with love. Now, I don't know anything about June's palace. or what 1t IS paved with. but when you get to nightingaies am Tn the front row. This is a Chicago poem. and ought therefore to have some kind of topograph- ical harmony about 1t. We might over look the sitting by the streamlet part. on the ground that you had the catanh and couldn't smell the only stream m th,s v- oini,y. Poetic license would cover that. but the nightingale racket won't work. And then in the last verse you Jus, bea, the record by saving that the s,reamlet now IS frozen. the nightingale are fled. the cornhelds arc deserted. and every rose is dead don't see any reason to doubt the absconding of the nigh,ingales. If they heard the first two stankas of the poem. nor IS the de sertIon of the cornhe.ds d matter of sur prise. because m ths country we don; plant corn until May, and any excursions through oorn4ields ini April would neces- sarily be unged with iraltlessness. But the frozen sueamlet will never do Chicago IS great winter resort. but If you and the victim of the poem could purr around each other m April of one year on the banks of d creek t doesn'i St tttAt bsC April there would be skating. does it now -
 Well, really. sir. l thought tha, was A good poem. Mamma thought so too. ]"
 Your mother Is doubtless an est,mable person" said the horse reporter. but as a rule the judgment of the gentle sex IS more valuable m connection with hos to compound bandoline, or the most ap- proved method of do,ng up back hair so as to make l, look like their own. than when matters of purely literary charac- tey are under consideration
 Then you can't pnnt my verses ~ sand the young lady.
 Oh, yes. they will be printed"
 Thanks. Will !, be sure ,s go in fl you say so ~
 Yes"
 Well, didn't know. Yos seem rather young to have such a responsible posi- ton
 You remember what Socrates said !" replied the horse reporter |" "'Young men for war old men for counsel '--,n divorce causes
 "Good-day. sir." said the poet.
 .' Bon jour- replied the horse reporter. don; know whs; bon jour means. tut the literary editor always says Il, and when i, comes to talking anything but United States he is large white daisy ~ith a yellos spo, m the centre