The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-01-02
SHE WROTE A LITTLE.
Then She Took Her: Verses to the SAND
tum for an .Onini0n and She g Of IL =

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Then She Took Her: Verses to the: Sane:
tum for an Opinion, and She G OF It. + ::
Nothing gives: the. average: editor such: .:
thrill of keen. delight. as to meet these
modest. unassuming persons: who simply.
write little" themselves ~. :@+: r.
The delight. is intensified IL these Efiots
and Ihackerays in embryo impart this i'll .
formation in lOw-yoleed confidence with
the further information that they wouldn't
nave It known tor a1l:the woTid.n In most
cases the editor feels quite safe in prenlis-
ing them that tile general public will never
know anything about It. He wishes that.he
might be as lgngrant:pf this knowledge as
the general public: 4 I; ,>'.*:-@
Ny friend Blank lssuch an editor: !. He. Is
one of that blunt, S traight forward4s Of
men, much given to, ling the; truth; and :
abhorring ANYTHING. :thatshEors of ''beating
around the BUSH" He: IS aterrDr to those
who write a ltte;" and who beg him to:
ell;them 1.-THE exact truth" about their pro
ductons.. = ~ 3: H.. =. II >. : -:
/ sat behind ascreenin his office the other
day, when there" came a timid little knock
on the door, and Blank reared :oat: :tC0me
in!' in voice that 4rackedfhe plastering.
A tlmid, girlish, little thing Of AZ or 10 years
huttered IN. = -.
rs this Mr.. Blank 9'' she asked. II: i: = =.
'.Yes'mw - = <. :.>::is ~; =.
Yes? Pm so glad to know you,5hfr. :;
Blank L have long been a: subscriber to
SOul pdpCi, anu ISAllY know. now: ::
could get along without e. And think.
your pieces are just splendid. How i envy
you writersi And II knew it's dreadful
bold in me to try, even but then, l;Write. a.:
little, myself, sometimes" +. ...+
DO Ell ?" = =; =, =. X, -. =; :.
"Oh, yes; just very, very little bit. = II:
Is all SO crude and poor that | hardly dare
show it to anybody. Really, it is:toofooliSfi
In me to try, even; but, rsomehew i just
can't help 1t. 1t just seems to me that 4
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you do Would you be willing to tellme
exactly what You think of some of my. pQnr<
little scri6bings. my brain children, as i
love to call them?" d. = go
90 Got EN- with you ?" = :.::::
Ies, just one or two foolish little fancfes
that dashed off in an idle. hour. l know
just how crude and poor they are ....<. -;
Let me see them" r.: :..:s
! QUILL tell me exactly what you thiuk ~ '''.
Exactly" II.
Thanks, it is bestthat know the TRUTH
Blank reads the " foolish litsle tancIes..''
l peep out and see a triumphant smile on
the authors faces. Blank hands back the:
verses. -:
Aren't they too dreadfully. awfuliy
They're pretty bad"
1T is the exact truth" g.. r.
There is no poetry in them :.. =. -.
Sir. you shall answer for this.h
You begged of me the truth" -" . =
Il did not beg you to vent your petty: jeal-
ousy and spleen over verses Of which you
are manifestly jealous. L pity you. I sup.
posed, sir, that you were inca pable of such
envy and malice, and that You We're, always
ready to do honor TO real. talent: But l; see 4
[ am mistaken. Romenlber, sir, that the
verses were not offered for sale. Indeed,
they are not for sale 10 such paper as this
l bid you adieu, sir" -. = IL +:
"The woods are full of 'en, "says Blank;
sententously as the door ngs behind the
woman who wrote a'1ittle. Puck -. -. =.