St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-07-20

''No," said the young man, 81 Will not take
you to the ice cream saloon.'
You don't love me very much Them
pouted the young lady, who had promised at
no distant day to become the young mans
wife.
''You know better than that" replied the
young man. You know that I consider 1t
dangerous to eat ice cream since the discovery
that impure milk creates a decided and deadly
poison. think too much Of you to risk your
life''
THAT sounds mighty nice,' continued the
ice-cream-hungry maid. 81 think you're Just
as mean as can be-
81 am not mean. No one ever accosted me
afraid to spend the money just run up and
ask your mother if she won't go down to the
ice cream saloon with me-
80
The college graduate-fresh from the col
1ege walls, assembled the steps that led to the
city editors room, and made known to the oc-
cupant of the barn-like apartment that the
caller w ould like to use and abuse the En-
glish language for the benefit of the readers
of the paper at a limited salary.
"Had any experience?'' asked the city ed
itor.
mot on a daily journal replied the appli-
can't 81 have written some poetry, and have
acted as one of the editors of our college pa
per-
''Well,' continued the city editor, ''Ill give
you a chance. Go up to the police court and
write up the trials
Armed with a bundle of paper that would
last an ordinary newspaper man for week
or more, he moved upon the police court.
Until restrained by the officer in charge of the
'bull pen,' by which name the old-timers
designate the space set apart for the prison
ers, he attempted to enter that domain and
get the names and offenses of the people in
custody. The proceedings were of the every
day character, vagrants DRINKS and disorder
| lies receiving sentence for their misdemeau-
ors, the list including colored girl,a frequent
offender, who was sent to the workhouse for
raising a disturbance while ON a spree.
The new reporter came back, and after sew
eral trials, submitted his copy to the city ed
itor. The latter read as follows:
Like Niobe of old stood Florence SNOWFALL
"a poor colored GIRL who stoutly denied her
innocence of the charge against her. A col
ored picture of injured innocence was she as
| the tears welled up in her clear and beauti-
! full eyes and coursed each other down her
| black face and fell with audible thuds upon
| the sanded floor. Powerless to combat the
| perjured testimony of the brutal officers who
arrested her, and who, apparently, gloated in
| wing taken from home of simplicity ard
| grace, the poor, defenseless woman. She
sank down exhausted and like unto the slave
of old, her color and detection suggesting the
| comparison, waited her fate. 1t came, alas
too soon. AS the bell from a neighboring
church spre tolled off the hour of 10 the
stern voice of the judge was heard. He per-
sonified justice, and while masquerading as
the blind goddess committed the daughter of
Ham to the city bastile. On hearing her SEN
tence the prisoner turned pale. -
THAT settles it, said the city editor. 'sYou
don't say what the girl was charged with. Do
| you know?''
mo, forgot to find that out" replied the
new man as he wiped his brow.
| ''You neglect to tell how long she was sent
| to the work house."
"That's so, L did forget to put that in,
didn't I?''
'You say, 'on hearing the sentence the
| prisoner turned pale I never saw anything
! of the kind and don't believe that it ever hap
pened. Young man you are not adapted for
| reporter-too much Imagination and not
| enough yearning for facts and fgures-but
you have. brilliant future before you as the
| writer of dime museum and circus litera-
| ture" The ONLooKER-