The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1884-12-06
How the New Reporter Treated Picnic.

How the New Reporter Treated o Picnic.
The now reporter was a Yale gradu-
ate, could spout Latin and Greek in any
kind of meter, and had the comic sec
tons at his fingers ends. The tough
est propositions of old Euclid were as
the innocent questions of a child to him,
and he regularly went through course
of algebraic exercises before breakfast.
He had been intended for the church,
but his surging ambition sought wider
fields, and he expressed his intention of
erecting d lighthouse in the sea of liter
ature, by which he would be remem-
bered for all ages. He longed to Crap
pie in collar and elbow style with the
great questions of the day, and doubted
not his ability to knock out the knottiest
social problem in one round. Like all
great minds, however, he had to begin
right at the bottom of the ladder, but
oft in his peaceful sleep he dreamed of
the time when he should have reached
the highest round, and groaned aloud
as the thought struck him that there he
must remain.
During the first few days of his novi-
tiate he took in couple of temperance
meetings and invested strawberry
festival with degree of hallowed en-
joyment greater than it had ever en-
tered into the heart of man to believe
that such wild revel could possess.
On Saturday afternoon he was told to
go out to Mistletoe Park and get up a
good half column report of the annual
sports of the Solid Sons of Solomon.
snake it lively" said the city editor.
"You may trust me, answered the
budding Thackeray, and making sure
that he had his notebook and q good
supply of pencils he flew down the stairs,
three steps at time.
About half past nine the busy toilers
in the editorial rooms were distracted
from their labors for a moment by q
sort of idiotic cackle, which proceeded
from no less parsonage than the en-
bryo journalist. He gazed benignly but
in patronizing manner on his associ-
ates as he tapped thick wad of copy
which peeped from his breast pocket
In one hand he carried his cane and
with the other he distributed cigars, OF
which he seemed to have an endless
supply, to every one he met. After
making several tacks he bore down on
the city editor and deposited on his
desk his bundle of copy with stately
mien.
Jus read that" he said, "nozzin'
slow about that. Struck out n M own
account. Old shtyle, too monoto,
nous.
AS soon as the city editor had recov.
cred he commenced to read:
"The Solid Sons of Solomon held
their annual games at Mistletoe Park
yesterday afternoon. The clerk of the
weather was in q generous mood, and
the quality of sunshine supplied left
nothing to be desired. The sparrows
and bobolinks chirped peans of Joy
and all nature seemed to be reveling IN
q paroxysm of delight. A steady
stream of sons and daughters of Solo
mon passed through the gates, sorely
taxing the energies of the ticket taker,
Gus Libby, who keeps first class sa-
loon at 1909 Fulton street.
(The blue pencil here came into
Play.)
Passing through the grounds one
was struck by the general good order
which was found everywhere. Thi.
was due in great measure to The
watchfulness of Officer Muldoon, who
Vase duty. This officer has not beer
long on the force, but he has already
established reputation which will soor
lead him to promotion"
(More blue pencil)
1.-The sports were of most exciting
nature, consisting of races, etc., ant
hn oh - sa1l
the veteran athlete, and Joe Morris
who keeps cigar store on Myrtle
avenue, and stands high in the esteem
of the citizens of Brooklyn as con
scientious dealer and good fellow.
(Here the city editors hair began t.
stand on end and the blue penei
dropped from his grasp. He read on
however,:
1.-The refreshment booth was marve
of neatness and good taste and reflected
great credit on the gentleman in charge
Mr.. Owen McGann, whose place o
business is at 1908 Myrtle avenue
Owen has been in the trade goot
many years and is we'll known among
the sporting fraternity of Brooklyn.
is generally conceded that his stock O
liquors is unsurpassed IN the country
while his old sour mash whisky
"Did you write all this yourselfp'
said the city editor with dazed look.
Every word," said the new reporter
rising two inches in height. xviii i
appear tomorrow
ut will-in the waste basket Yo,
look tired. l am afraid this work il
too much for you. Take few weeks
few months rest in the Catskills AM
don't come back until we send TO
you. "-Brooklyn Eagle.
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