Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1886-04-08
THE EDITORS GIRL.

THE EDITORS GIRL.
Spoken at the Banquet of the Delta Tau
Delta Fraternity.
BY 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 plaee-into space-with a terrible
thump
If he had but log and good place to stand,
he could move the whole world by one touch
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 mar.
They called him lunatic-sneered at his plan.
Yet we-foolish quil-drivers-know he was
right:
The world can be swayed from the dark to the
light
The Press is our lever far down in the heart
OF the people it reaches and holds for its part.
The Press is the lever. yet where does it rest:
The noble old Roman or Greek at his best
Was forced to give up on his log long ago;
Yet we have discovered it-iiSten! Ill 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
her HAIR.
With a fist like snowba!l-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-TH not give your secret
away.
Own it up, has the little girl not made your
life
Far better and purer and held you from
Don't you know how you stood may DE years
ago,
How YOU wanted TO stay and yet wanted to go?
h.. la tri,.t nnk Tod nm af w In
smile
And a queer sort of look in her eyes all the
while:
Till you found that you co,lint stay longer
aloOf
And You reached for her mouth-and, in fact,
you took proof
Now hOueStly-didnt 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 pat emily trying to think
You knew that your paper would always be
read
BY at least one subscriber whose dear little
head
Wculd treasure the good and forget all the ILL.,
And thinl. on wonderful parsonage Still.
And under your coat there you carried a
That wouIi make Trouble shake in its boots
in alarm.
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From the head of the Editors dear little Girl.
You smile at ne now, and you say that these
JOYS
Are al very well for great crowd of boys:
But that when q man beard and his head
have turned gray,
The romance and poetry all fly away
Now, If it be true, that the heart will grow
cold,
Let US Soiennly swear that Wen never grow
cid
SAY. tell me- YOU bald headed men over there
You stud:ous fellows with more brain than
hair
dim gears,
al tiilci up with pleasures and trials and
tears
Does the little girl really grow Old with each
is she ever less fair, is she ever less dear
Than she was when she locked i'll your face
long ago
With the look in her e. es that sent fire through
you 50?
When she spoke the three words that have
made up your lie,
That have kept YOU from sorrow and held You
through strife?
Would Oh not give much-cOme be honest
10 night
For one curl from her head though it be
s,rcaked with white:
Do her checks really fade as the busy years
whiri.
Is she erer 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 tw re round your heart as the soft ten
drills lwinc
Ah-the lip may well tremble-the eye may
we'll Ill
With iears-not unmanly is that tender thrill.
As you think of the anguish that wrung
through her life
When the title child dropped from the world 5
busy strife.
All, 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
fir ends,
When the mighty book keeper shall foot up
both ends
of the ledger; our portion will be indeed
small:
Yet she-iittle woman-would give us her all
Do your troubles not bring you still closer to-
gether.
Nc matter how gloomy, how stormy life :
weather!
Does she not still to you her best influence
give?
Do you not know her better each day that
you liycI
Does She lead you in truth such wonderful
dance:
And is il all poetry. bosh and romance?
You've been over the road-you know what
you re about;
We simple, young fellows would gladly find
out.
For We have a 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
The honor. the love of the world he may
claim
Yet hacl; of it all unobserved and unknown.
4 woman is silently building his throne.
She is pat emily. lovingly working the while
With a woman = unreasoninT love and a smile.
And as long AS the years dance tier magical
whirl,
We will praise her for cvcr--The Editors Girl.
-RuTdi Nctc Yorker.
HONEST CONFESSIONS.