The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1892-05-28
HIS CALENDAR.
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thin man with long mayor
DO ~~;nelets that rested on his shoulders
a,'r.de the existence OF a collar about
spd L. matter of faith in the beholder.
" s.ssuped lightly in and asked the editor;
bs sT ~ would you like an original calen-
az ILL., ~ originated it," asked the editor.
va replied the poet. with pleasant
He ~. !. pretty early to think of a calendar
va + said the editor reflectively, "but
~ does it g."
.rS;csting the anniversary of the birth
randrew Jackson and the battle of Bue-
49, All the changes of the moon are
- .hronicled, but the thing have just
guy ..salf out on is the pOetical business. "
no ut,s hear some of it," said the editor.
~ begin WITH" replied the poet, run
Ito fingers through his mayonnaise
nns a-oamily. II have credited the verses
DOi .ainary poets. Now here is one for
Nav attributed 10 - H. O"ooi ot'uSo'
Now the balmy breeze is blowing
Ger the bosom of the lea,
And the apple tree is showing
Fragile blossoms in a sea-
.Now would you like comic snapper
tho endy asked the poet, pausing.
ayes" said the editor.
And the billy goat is going
For the hoopskirt in his glee,
And the bluebird's overlooking
With its tra-la-la-la-le.
SLOWS that?" asked the poet. -
GTrst rate" said the editor, pausing in
.;. york and putting his feet on the desk.
snow let's see what you have to say about
The noet was beside himself with Joy. 1t
"a. ali he could do to keep still. And the
.a;tor thought nothing Of it when he beat
time with his foot like a banjo player while
Asresd:
Oh, silver frost Is nipping
All the roses in the mead,
While the scarlet leaf Is skipping
And the baseball's gone to seed.
There's hectic beauty coating
Like phantom round the weir,
And the henchman dreams of voting
As he sips the amber beer,
While the lily
In the chilly
Zephyr seems to disappear.
" attribute that to Hicronymus Oily
uhant." said the poet as he paused.
"It is yerv fine" remarked the editor,
but YOU must have something of a very
soulful character, referring to that chaste
smbrosial season when the marrowfat pea
peeps from the moist, warm earth!"
~Ihave," replied the poet, ''in my lyric
on June"
Now the rosy posy springtime's
Cavorting like phantom,
And the flowers in the garden
Are uprooted by the bantam.
Now the ice mans up and doing,
And the baseball seasons booming,
And beside the pleasant brookside
The wild poppy flower is blooming.
"Are the verses on the other months as
goOds" asked the editor.
ION the average, yes" replied the poet.
"and have taken pains to make them all
popular in tone, with lots of high poetic
trimmings have done them In the finest
style of the divine art, and they are so con-
structed that with a slight change they
can be made into patent medicine verses.
What do you think of the scheme5"
"Fine," said the editor.
as it worth $25O!" asked the poet hope
fully.
Not to US" said the editor, because it
Is not in our line. If it were in our line it
would be worth an even three dollars, but
not being in our line, it is not worth any
more to US than pair of bracelets would
be to an elephant"
1T was pretty rough to raise my ex-
pectations in that way and then let me
down so hard and suddenly" moaned the
poet in fine, sweet sorrow.
Il only treated you with politeness. 1t
- usually said that editors throw poets
Gown stairs and out of windows. If had
done that you would think me brute.
Now you think me hard and unamiable
%nen am doing my utmost to treat YOU
with courtesy and consideration, don't
your"
Yes" said the poet
Ihen," said the editor, "here is g so
!Or your calendar Now, want YOU to 20
iOrtn and say there is one white editor in the
nnd who treats the poet like an ANTIQUE
Inc poet said he would, and as he headed
~ oeanery with the $3.50 in his bony
hand, he sang:
Inc goldenrOd is blowing,
And the purple aster too:
ana the ashen rabbits skipping
The tra-la-la-la-loo.
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