Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1892-03-16
HIS INSPIRATION.
The Greatest Effort of His Life and Ita
Fearful Effect,

Tho Greatest Effort of His Life and Ita
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 there'll
not be the least bit of trouble if they just
follow copy"
And the copy went hustling up the tube
TO the composing room.
"Saay, what dod-gasted chump has
been endin in his Chinese laundry bill for
copyT wildly yelled out Slug TO- wiping a
sudden burst of perspiration from his fore
head and glazing at bis last take II can't
make head or tail out Of this thingw
well, Chinese or no Chinese" cried the
hurrying foreman, make whatever you
can out of it and snagit up in mighty short
order, for we're late now"
And the type fairly jumped from the case
into the stick.
Good Cesar" gasped the proofreader,
clutching at his brow. "Are my eyes fail
ing or is this premonition of nervous
prostrationS" Then he rubbed his eyes
and stared. "By the gods! either I've got
the blind staggers or Slug los on royal
tootp'
At that instant scream came down the
spout: Rush that proof along, for heav-
ems sake! We're late"
The proofreader groaned, galloped down
the column, hesitated and then desperate
ly thrust the 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 night the new space writer hur-
riedly wrapped up and addressed copy of
the issue without glance, and dropped it
into the mail with this brief note.
My ONLIEsT SWEET AND DEAREST Marcel
send you number Of the Sunday supplement
containing my little poem. Your face was an
ever present inspiration to me when wrote
and happy thoughts Of you inspired every
sentence. Here you will find expressed what
have ever felt toward you, but have hardly
dared to voice before. Till death, etc.
Miss Marie Cortlandt Van Clifton glanced
through the tender note blushed with
pleasure and hurriedly opening the paper
read:
TO MARIE.
When the breeze from the bluebottle's blus-
terlng DllSS
Twirls the toads in a tooroomaloo,
And the whiskery whine of the wheedesome
within
browns the roll of the rattattatoo,
Then dream in the shade of the shally go
shee,
And the voice of the ballymolay
Brings the smell Of stale poppy Gods blum
mered in blue
From the willy-wad oyer the day.
All, the shuddering shoe and the blinketty-
blanks
When the punglung falls from the bough
In the blast Of a hurricanes hicketty hanks
On the hills Of the hocketty-howl
Give the rigamarole to the clangery wang,
II 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 jimmy-coggles around.
II the soul cannot snoop at the giggle-some
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
Cortlandt Van Clifton are not engaged
now.-Cincinnati Commercial Gazette