The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-03-23
sLue IEn.s INSPIRATION.
A Warning TO Those Who Make Bad Copy
For Printers

Commercial Gazsttel
Horrors. what an obscure hand you
write !" said the editor to the new space
writer az he turned in bit of poetry.
ooh, it's plain enough" interjected the
poet hastily. 'The rhymes and the metre
will help the composition out, and there'n
not be the least bit OF trouble if they fol-
low copy"
And the copy went hustling up to the
composng-room.
"Sa-ay. what dod-gasted chump's been
sendin' in his Chinese laundry bill for
copy?" wildly yelled out Slug 10, wiping
sudden burst of pelspiration from his fore
head and glaring at his last take" Il
can't make head or tail out OF this thing"
"Well, Chinese or no Chinese" cried
the hurrying foreman, make whatever
you can out of it and snag it mp in mighty
short order, for we're late now"
And the type fairly jumped from the
case into the stick.
Good Caesarr' casped the proof-reader,
clutching at his brow. Are INV eyes fail
ing, or is this a 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 royal
toot!"
At that instant a scream came down the
spout: Rush that proof along, for heav-
ems sakel We're laier'
The proof-reader groaned. galloped
down the coluGn. hesitated and then des-
peratev thrust the slip into the tube,
huskily murmuring, Il compared it with
the copy, and that's rs near as | can get to
Hebrew these days"
That night the new space-writer hur-
riedly wrapped up and addressed a copy
of the issue, without a glance, and
dropped it into the mail with this brief
note:
Ny ONLIEST AND DEAREST HARIE--I send
you number OF the Sunday supplement con-
tanning my little poem. y our face was an
ever-present inspiration to me when l wrote,
and happy thoughts Of you inspired every sen
tence Here you will find expressed what l
have ever felt toward you. but have hardly
dared to voice before. Till death, exc.
Miss Marie Cortlandt van Clifton glanced
through the tender note, blushed with
pleasure, and, hurriedly opening the pa
per, read:
TO MARIE.
When the breeze from the blue-bottlc's clustering
bliss
Twirls the toads in a toorooma!o0,
And the whiskery whine Of the wheedlesOme whim
browns the rol. OF the rattattlt0O.
Then dream in the shade oi th- shally -go-shee,
And the voice o. the baliy mo ay
Bring the smell Of stale Doppy-cods blunmered il
blue
From the willy-wad over the day.
All. the shuddcring shoe and the blinketty-bIanks
When the pungluag falls from the bouEh
IN the blast Of hurricancs hickctty hanks
On the hills of the hoczetty -how,
Give the FiramarOle to tho ca1gery wang.
II they care FOR such Gdiitdedee;
But the tLingUmoob kiss Of The whlneery-bnng
Keeps the higgledy-rigge Tor me.
LESVoL
Il is pillv- po-dOdde and GIirohuny
When the l1liy-pCp covers the ground;
Ne; the 20 didd esp"ri les pu1kety-pung
Nh, n the heart jimmy goggles around.
If the soul cannot SnoJD ut the Cigg lesome care,
Seeking surceSso in giCgCsty-gluS.
IL ID useless TO say To the pulsarins heart,
"Panky-doodie ker-chUggety- chug."
And the new sDsce-Writer and Miss
Marie Cortlandt van Clifton are not now
engaged.