The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-18
THEY FOLLOWED THE COPY.
How Space Writer Lost Chance to
Try Married Life.

/
Try Married Life.
| Horrors, what an obscure hand YOU
writew said the literary editor to the
new space writer, as he turned in a bit of
poetry.
ooh, its plain enough, interjected the
| poet hastily. The rhymes and the meter
will help the compOsitor out and there'll
be no trouble if they'll just follow the
copy" And the manuscript went hustling
up to the composing room.
"Sa-ay, what dod gasted chump has
been sendin' in his Chinese laundry bill
for copy7" Wildly yelled out Slug 10,
| wiping a sudden burst of perspiration
| from his forehead and glaringat his last
| take. 81 can't make head nor tail out
of this thing
Nv oil, Chinese or no Chinese" cried
the hurrying foreman, make whatever
| you can out of ii and snag it up in
mighty short order, for we're late now
And the type fairly jumped from the
| case into,the stick.
"Great Caesarl" gasped the proof
reader, clutching his brow, care my eyes
failing 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 10 is on a
royal toot" AT that instant a scream
came down the spout. Rush that proof
along for heavens sake we re late?" The
proof-reader groaned, galloped down the
column, hesitated and then desperately
thrust the, slip into the tube, huskily
murmuring, Il compared it with the COPY,
and that's as near as | can get to He
brew these days,
NH 81,
riedly wrapped up and addressed a COPY
of the issue without glance, and dropped
it into the mail, with the brief note:
my onliest sweet and dearest Marie:
I send you number of the Sunday sup
plement 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 | 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 blue bottles blust-
Twirs the toads In tooroomaloo.
And the whiskery whine of the wheedlesome
browns the roll Of the rattatatoo
Then dream in the shade of the shally-go-
shee,
And the voice Of the bally-noo-ay
Brings the smell OF the stale poppy-cods
blumered in blee-
From the willy-wad over the way.
All the Shuddering shoe and the blinkety-
blanks
When the pung lung falls from the bough
In the hurricanes hicketty hanks
over the hills OF the hicketty how
4F,. ,.grr la tot a1hu
II they care for such fiddle de-dee;
But the thingumbob kiss Of the whangery-
bang
Keep the higgledy-piggle for me.
L. ENvoI.
1t is pilly Pc doddle and a1Dobung
When the lollypoD covers the ground.
Yet the poldiddle pershes plunkety pung
When the heart Jimmy Goggles around
If the soul can not snoop at the gigglesomo
cart,
Seeking surcease in giuggety-glug,
1t is useless to say to the pulsating heart,
Yankee doodle ker chuggety chug"
The new space writer and Miss Marie
Cortland Van Clifton are not engaged
now.
MY fec if we win. said the lawyer, will
be IS. 600 II we lose il will be $500
You mean the other way, don't you?'
NO have to charge more when l lose
case to cover the loss Of prestige. Judge.
A Pleasant Nom ent.-Beauxe (at a soiree)--
l wonder If that old lady over there isn't
real trying 10 hirt With me-
Seudit (politely)-I can easily ina out, sir,