The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1894-09-05

Ielng, and yet how many there are with
carte blanche to use it who so arrange
/ IL as to invite criticisml How often tho
writer who has the ability to write a
| piece like the above. yet is not kindly
recognized by the magazine editor!
| am within bounds when | say that a
hundred efforts per year of this charac-
ter are sent to me by the authors. with a
request that will use my Influence"
toward bringing these gems of the car
buncle order to the notice of the editor.
when. us matter of fact there was
never in the history of American letters
u time when editors were more just to
unknown writers than today.
Last week an editor asked my advice
regarding the acceptance of a short story
sent to him by an amateur who com
mands readily 5000 per 900 words
This shows that a name alone will not
sell literary job, and it is equally true
that meritorious piece of work will be
hailed with joy from the most obscure
writer. In fact. the tendency today is
in the direction Of discovery and the
working of new prospect holes rather
than the continuance of old and well
worked mines.
Let me add one more specimen of Mr..
Fullers work, begging Miss Hunts par
don, however. 1t is rather in the line of
society verse:
IN LUMP.
To our remembering Hunt,
We come in n lump,
On the threshold of life.
We need her In life,
As the same young girl Mamie Hunt
With Fave of Branch,
She cherlshcs Blahch,
To help at her sides,
With men of such pride.
This irrasistable Miss Hunt.
The wheels of her carriage,
How merely they explore,
As n wheel within Il wheel she ig-
norcs.
But when at time,
Like fashion divine
And branches TO divine.
We are sure to see Mamie Hunt,
Attached on behind.
Is not an uncommon thing,
To her on the wing
From her merry mouth spring.
Young clap that the thing.
Oh Evering Branches
Eve has bewiching glances.
When the soda water prances;
Right beside the gents wing.
/ can never discover
BY some way or other;
Which hunt up the spring,
With the soda fountain spring.
The wheels of Mamie Hunt,
Corning on II spring to;
Dash away the mean,
Which is generally seen.
On Asheville street scene;
a charm now Mamie.
You are real mean. j. NJ. F.
"Evering" is an adjective derived from
the word Eve, take it, and is used with
an annual poetic license which Mr.. Full
Ter should not be permitted to renew.
From the gay to the grave let me sud
denly hop as the humming bird may be
seen to fit from petunia to precipice aud
present bona fide epitaph handed to
me this morning by good friend:
LINES oN THE DEATH OF CAREY WIND.
How sad to think of little Carey,
Who was washed and dressed like a fairy
The dear treasure. Joy and pride
or parent and of friends besides.
She was sweet and lovely child,
Lent us just for IA short willie.
She is now on earth no more
To greet us with smiles so pure.
Riding out once she handed to me
Flowers plucked off the bay tree
Her face was happy, lovely aud gay
As thanked her for the bouquet.
Now she is sleeping at rest.
No more trials Dr pain, forever blest.
GrieNe not, parents. relatives, friends,
Bear patiently the trial God sends.
-Eulalie Turnipseed.
Below l give little poetic episode
which has an original plot. It is from
an unknown author:
Here is peach" the boy said,
"Dangling on the tree
II shall no longer danGe.
III place it inside of me-"
Here Is n boy" the peach said,
With u laugh that was low and mean.
How he will feel when he finds out
How hard am and greon!"
So the boy hath plucked the green peach
And shd down over the wall
And all that long, long summer night
IL never hurt him at all.
These selections serve to pave the way
for a bright little poem written by me