Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-06-12
TIRE sWEET Girl GRADUATE.
She Seeket1i the Editor, but
Runs ON the Reporter, and
Lively Chat Ensueth.
SIS this the placeY"

Is this the placer
A prepossessing young lady stood II
the doorway of the editorial rooms
and was gazing around the apartment
10 friendly but somewhat mysti6sd
manner.
"IS depends on what you want, y
replied the reporter. IF you are on
wild and fruitless search for piece
Of plum colored satin tornGtch dress,
or new kind Of carpet sweeper that
will never by any possibility keep in
working order three consecutive days,
you are joyeusly sailing away on the
wrong track, but if you would like an
editor"
THAT is it, said the young lady.
II want to see an editor; l guess it's
the literary editor. | saw such sweet
poem in your paper the other day. 1t
went like this:
The bloom on the heather Is fading darling,
The moorands are crimson gold.
God grant we may live together. darling,
Together till we grow old.
well" said the reporter, our
bloom-on the-heather- editor is not in
just now, but maybe some of the rest
of US could attend to your case. What
is it you want?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. Only |
thought it would be nice to meet the
literary editor and talk to him about
authors, poets and everything like that.
Don't you think Elaine is lovely? 1t
always seems to me-"
Now you're talking" exclaimed
the reporter, enthusiastically. Five
or six years ago when Elaine beat the
three year old record l picked her
out for a pretty smooth article, and
told the boys then that she was liable
to beat 2:20 if her off hind leg didn't
give way"
II don't mean a nasty, horrid old
horse" said the young lady; Il was
referring to Tennyson's heroine"
"Oh yes, you mean the girl that fell
10 love with Launcelot, and foated
down the creek in a dugout to where
he and Guinever were sitting on the
bank swapping large three story and
basement lies about their deathless
passion to each other. Launce was
daisy. wasn't hep"
II don't know about that, sir" said
the young lady in rather more formal
tones. you don't seem to appre;
ciate the full meaning and power Of
the poem.
Probably not" was the reply.
"Tennyson and Longfellow and the
balance of the free for all bards may
be trihe too high for me, but when
it comes to simple little stanzas from
Macoupin county about the rose is
red, the violet's blue, sugar is sweet
and SO are you. | am wiser than a ser
pent. l can toss home made, copper
bottomed rondesus and madrigals into
the waste basket with an airy grace
that would make your head SWIM"
u am going to graduate next month,
sir, said the young lady, "and I've
got to read an essay. Isn't it funny2"
Perfectly side splitting" respond
ID the personal friend OF st. Ju-
len.
And l thought" continued the
7oung lady, that perhaps the liter
Try editor would give me some advice
Ibout the subject Of my essay, and the
general manner in which it should be
.reated. But possibly you could do it
ust as we'll, and the coming graduate
Imiled a sweet and encouraging
mile.
Il guess likely l could" was the
'eply. You've got your white dress
III made, l SUPPOSED"
Eyes, SIR"
"Well, that's good deal. You
IAN wear black shoes safely, that's
me comfort" said the reporter,
dancing down at the young lady's
eet.
why, Of course" she replied. "0i|
course shall wear shoes.
Yes, you can weaf them, but |
Jaw girl once at a seminary COM
nencement that was all rugged out
n white dress and wore black shoes.
She had large vOluptuous feet that
always made people look to see if that
part Of the building where she was
standing wasn't saRging little, and
when she pranced out on the stage the
effect was something like a coal mine
With white dress hung out to dry
over the top of it. What were you
of writing about?"
II don't exactly know, sir. That
vas what puzzled me"
THE Bud of Promise racket is a
pretty good one" said the reporter.
The what?"
THE Bud Of Promise racket. lisa
daisy scheme for girl graduates"
Gould you tell me-" asked the
young lady 10 a hesitating manner,
about this"
Racket" suggested the reporter.
About this racket"
"Oh, certainly. You want TO start
the essay with few remarks about
spring being the most beautiful season
Of the year-the time when the tender
blades of grass kissed by the dews OF
heaven and warmed by the kindly rays
Of the sun, peep forth, at first timidly,
and then in all the royal splendor Of
their vivid colors, from the bosom Of
the earth that was such a little while
ago wrapped in a mantle of snowy
wilderness and fast bound in the chilly
lrs of hoary headed old winter
Then say that as the glad sunshine
leaps through the bits Of foliage that
begin 10 come out and cast their
grateful shade upon the earth thew
fall upon the buds that are ladine
the fruit trees, and soon on every
branch the buds ripen and burst forth
in a wealth OF floral loveliness. Then
compare the maiden, just stepping
forth from the precincts of the school
and gazing with wistful eager ewes
out in the world with the little bud
imam Tho fraa and tbat H. - L.