The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-02-14
HIS INSPIRATION.
The Greatest Effort of His Life and IL.
Fearful Effect.

The Greatest Effort of His Life and IL
Fearful Effect.
Horrors, what an obscure hand YOU
write" said the literary editor to the new
space writer as he turned in bit of poetry
oh, it's plain enough, interjected the
poet hastily. The rhymes and the meter
will help the compositor out, and Uhere'l
not be the least bit of trouble if they Just
follow copy"
And the copy went hustling up the tube
to the composing room.
"Sa-ay, what dod-gasted chump has
been sendin in his Chinese laundry bill fol-
copy?' wildly yelled out Slug TO- wiping a
sudden burst of perspiration from his fore
head and glazing at his last take Il can't
make head or tail out of this thingr'
Well, Chinese or no Chinese" cried the
hurrying foreman, make whatever you
can out Of it and snag it up in mighty short
order, for we're late now"
And the type fairly jumped from the case
into the stick.
Good C9sarr gasped the proofreader,
clutching at his brow Are my eyes fail
ing or is this premonition of nervous
prostration?" Then he rubbed his eyes
and stared. ''By the gods! either I've got
the blind staggers or Slug los on a royal
tootr'
AT that instant a scream came down the
spout: Rush that proof along, for heav-
ems sake! We're later
The proofreader groaned, galloped down
the column, hesitated and then desperate
ly thrust tie slip into the tube, huskily
murmuring, Il compared it with the copy
and that's as near as | can get TO Hebrew
these days"
That nigla the new space writer hur-
riedly wrapped up and addressed a copy of
the issue without glance, and dropped it
into the mail with this brief note:
Ny ONLIEsT SWEET AND DEAREST MARIE-I
send you number OF the Sunday supplement
containing my little poem. Your face was an
ever present inspiration to me when l wrote
and happy thoughts of you inspired every
sentence. Here you will find expressed what
l have ever felt toward you, but have hardly
dared to voice before Till death, etc.
Miss Marie Certlandt Van Clifton glanced
through the tender note, blushed with
pleasure and hurriedly opening the paper
read
TO MARIE.
When the breeze from the bluebottIe's bluS-
tering bliss
Twiris the toads in teoroomaloo,
And the whiskery whine of the wheedlesome
whiIn
browns the roll of the rattattatoo.
Then dream in the shade of the shally-go-
shee,
And the voice of the ballymoiay
Brings the smell Of stale poppy-cods blum
mered ip blue
From the willy-Tad over the day.
All, the shuddefing shoe and the blinketty-
blanks
When the punglung falls from the bough
In the blast of hurricanes hicketty-hanks
On the hills of the hocketty-how!
Give the rigamarole TO the clangery wang,
If they care for such fddlededee;
But the thingumbob kiss of the whangery-
bang
Keeps the higgledy-piggle for me,
L'ENvoI.
/ 1t is pilly -po-doddle and aligobung
When the lolly-pop covers the ground,
Yet the poldiddle perishes punkety-pung
When the heart jimm y-coggles around.
If the soul cannot suoop at the giggle-soms
care,
Seeking surcease in gluggety-glug.
1t is useless TO say TO the pulsating heart,
'Panky doodle ker-chuggety-chug!
The new space writer and Miss Marie
u j.