The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1885-11-07
Some Mistakes i'm the Proof.

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the corkscrew down the back of his
neck and the still lighted pipe into his
coat pocket. 81 published your poem
you know! Promised l would and ]
can show it to you. Don't make a
row!" And the managing editor wrap
ped beer bottle in page of manu-
script and ordered the office boy to take
it to the foreman. "It was the prettiest
thing we ever had in the Eagle, and
set it up in type myself SO there wouldn't
be any mistakes. Let up on the weep
now, that's a good girl.''
ell know you pub-published it, "
moaned the fair visitor. "But what did
it look like when it came out2 When
did ever say:
"We'll meet in the valley with pok-
er and tongsl"
81 wrote:
"'We'll meet in the valley with
jokes and songs'
"And then you made me say:
"'Here's to the madman that hove
me swill =
"And if you'd had any sense, you'd
have known that it was:
"'Here's to the maiden that loves
me still"
And here she went into fresh set of
convulsions.
"But that's all right" pleaded the
managing editor, wishing he'd left out
the whopper about setting up the mat
ter himself.
"The new idea about the valley was
an improvement on yours, because it
brought it under the head of this new
realistic school of poetry, and I tell
you," added the managing editor, SOL
emnly, "that poem just as it appeared
in our paper with name attached to it,
attracted more attention than any other
production that has appeared in this
country for over twenty years."
"Do you mean to tell me that as a
fact2 demanded the fair poetess, straight
ened up with jerk. els it really SOP"
eff it hadn't been that we run short
of Eagles, and had to let the people
have our exchanges SO they could scrap
that poem, 1 could show you the gem
in over two thousand, all first journals"
replied the managing editor, smiling
cheerfully, rubbing his hands.
"Didn't any of them seem to notice
that awful blunder, where it said:
"Fine pigs illumine the monkey
sinner" when wrote it.:
"Pine sprigs perfume the mountain
side?"
"Didn't they seem to think it was
little far fetched2"
81 think people bought more papers
on that one line than any other" pro-
tested the managing editor. "One
critic came out boldly and congratulat-
ed the universe on the development of
poetess who had the nerve to do what
you had done. Amy one can string
rhymes together, can talk about sprigs,
but where's the artist who has the au-
dacity to put the domestic animals into
fiery verse and make poetry for the first
time in all history the medium for con-
veying the simple experience of all the
world to the mind of even the humblest
reader? That's the way people are
talking, about as I have, think you'd
want to die!" and the managing editor
assumed virtuous expression, and then
looked hurt.
"Of course no genius is as good a
Judge of their works as the intelligent
readers of the newspapers. l under
stand that" and the new poetess SIM
pered and looked downcast.
"But how did they appear to take the
line:
"The qualmy winds like cows milk
| fow?"
Greatly I've forgotten whether |
wrote it that way or whether | put it:
"The balmy winds like corn-silk
blow?"
"Do you remember how that WASP"
"We printed it just as you wrote,
returned the managing editor severely.
"I am surprised that you should charge
this office with the grandest poetical
effort of modern times. That is over
modest, and I'd rather you would be
frank and truthful with me-"
"Pardon me-" besought the fair one,
resting her hand on his arm. 81 was
wrong. Forgive me, and to make
amends I will let you have four more
poems that l had intended for other
papers !"
The managing editor blanched, but
his nerves came to his rescue. "I think
the effect of the first will not wear off
till fall" said he. 'We can let these
stand over until then or even winter.
There's no use of blasting a reputation
by exciting the enmity of the critics
and envy of the old hands at the poetry
business" !"
"Of course you know BEST" replied
the disappointed beauty. 81 am willing
to leave the whole matter with you, for
I am sure you will watch my interests
better than I could, but don't you think
you could get them out before cold
weather ?"
"Utterly impossible" responded the
managing editor, assuming prodigious
independence. s'In fact 1 think they
would do better to wait perhaps two or
three years; that other one will last at
least that length of time. No, l must
decline to touch them under three
years." and the managing editor turned
to his work and relighted his pipe, as
though he had not seen visitor that
day.
"Pretty we'll done," smiled the city
editor, strolling in as the lady took hel
departure. "When she first came
thought you were done for"
"Oh, no." replied the managing ed
itor carelessly. "You have only got to
know how to handle these people.
"But the poem she was talking about
wasn't hers at ALL" continued the city
editor. "It was written by one of the
reporters as bit of fun. Her poem il
out in my desk now."
"Kill it," roared the managing edi
tor, turning fiercely on the city editor
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