The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-04-02
The EDITORS GIRL.
Spoken at the Banquet of the Delta Tau
Delta Fraternity.
M HERBERT W. COLLINGwOOD.

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Spoken at the Banquet of the Delta Tau
Delta Fraternity.
nv HERBERT W. CoLLINGwOoD
You know the old fellow who long ago said
After painfully thinking and rubbing his head
That with one simple lever he'd make the
world jump
From its piace-into space-with terrible
thump
If he had but log and good place to stand,
lie could move the whole world by one touch
Of his hand.
The old fellows lever was easily found,
But the log and the place to stand never came
round;
And the people laughed loud at the dreaming
old man,
They called him lunatic-sneered at his plan.
Yet we-foolish quiltdrivers-know he was
right;
The world can be swayed from the dark to the
light.
The Press is oar lever, far down in the heart
~ the people 1t reaches and holds for its part.
She Press is the lever. yet where does it rest3
Ahe noble Old Roman or Greek at his best
Was forced to give up on his log long ago;
Yet we have discovered it-listeni I'll show
The lever swings on as the busy years whrl,
And it rests in the hands of the Editors Girl!
The Editors Girl? What that small party
there
With a square inch of forehead down under
With a fist like snowball-a mouth like
rose,
With smile that would thaw out your heart
though it froze?
Admit it-be honest, my brothers, to-day
We are brothers-Tll not give your secret
away.
Own i up, has the little girl not made your
life
Far better and purer and held you from
strife?
Don't you know how you stood-may De years
How you wanted TO stay and yet wanted. to go?
While the little girl looked up at you with u
smile
And a queer sort of look in her eyes all the
while;
Till you found that you couldn't stay longer
aloof,
And you reached for her mouth-and, in fact,
Now honestly didn't you, after that night,
Think of her every time when you sat down
TO write
Your wild editorials?-how they did shine
Touched up by friend Cupid, that fellow di-
vine.
She would smile up at you from the bottle of
While you sat there patiently trying to think.
You knew that your paper would always be
read
by at least one subscriber whose dear little
Would treasure the good anu forget all the ill,
And think you wonderful parsonage still
And under your coat there you carried
That would make Trouble shake in it's boots
in alarm
know what it was-it was only curl
From the head of the Editors dear little Girl.
You smile at me now, and you say that these
joys
Are all very well for a great crowd of BOYS:
But that when a mans beard and his head
have turned gray,
The romance and poetry all fly away
Now, if It be true, that the heart will grow
Let us solemnly swear that wen never grow
old
Say, tell me, you bald -headed men over there
fou Studious fellows with more brain than
You men who stood looking down through the
dim years,
All filed up with pleasures and trials and
Does the little girl really grow old with each
year?
Is she ever less fair, is she ever less dear
Than she was when she looked in your face
long ago
With the look in her eyes that sent fire through
you so?
800 made up your life,
That have kept you from sorrow and held you
through strife2
Would you not give as much-come, be honest
For one curl from her head though il he
Fstreaked with white?
DO her cheeks really fade as the busy years
whirl2
Is she eUer aught else but the Editors Girl?
Think over your life; all the joys you have
had:
All the beautiful memories, tender and sad.
That come as the starlight breaks through the
dark pine,
That twne round your heart as the soft ten
drills Irvine.
well fll 1""'
With tears-not unmanly is that tender thrill,
AS you think of the anguish that Wrunp
through her life
When the little child dropped from the worlds
busy strife.
Ah, the brave little woman-her lips wore a
smile,
Though you knew that her heart was break
ing the while.
All, how small will our portion of fame be, my
friends,
When the mighty book-keeper shall foot up
both ends ~
Of the ledger; our portion will be indeed
small;
Yet she-little woman-would give us her all.
Do your troubles not bring you still closer to-
gether,
No matter how gloomy, how stormy life's
weather.
Does she not still to you her best influence
give?
DO you not know her better each day that
you live2
Does she lead you in truth such wonderful
dance;
And Is it all poetry, bosh and romanoep
You've been over the road-you know what
you're about;
We simple, young fellows would gladly find
out, N
For we have notion no doubt it's all
wrong,
No doubt down in practice it's not worth a
song
That a man may mount high to the temple of
Fame W
The honor the love of the world he NAV
claim N'
Yet back OF it ALL unobserved and unknown
= woman is silently building his throne
She Is patiently, lovingly working the while
WIN woman s unreasoning love and smile
And as long us the years dance their magical
whirl, '9 VOL
We will praise her for ever--The Editors Girl
~ Ne1g