The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1894-08-16

Ihaye taken her. that world never new b.
fore.
She is his I ask no more. To those
who doubt the authenticity of the above
let me say that refer to each and every
one whose name is given. It is said that
the groom bought up the entire edition
and blithely burned it back of the barn
on the following morning. It is very
difficult to write up wedding in such
manner as to please all who are connect
ed with it.
Literary style is everything. The
English language is free to every human
being, and yet how many there are with
carte blanche to use it who so arrange
it as to invite criticism! How often the
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
hundred efforts per year of this charac-
ter are sent to me by the authors, with
request that I will use my influence"
toward bringing these gems of the car
buncle order to the notice of the editor,
when, as q matter of fact, there was
never in the history of American letters
time when editors were more just to
unknown writers than today.
Last week an editor asked my advice
regarding the acceptance of short story
sent to him by an amateur who COM
mands readily 5000 per 1000 words.
This shows that name alone will not
cell 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..
Fuller's work, begging Miss Hunts par
don, however. It is rather in the line of
society verse:
To our remembering Hunt,
We come in a lump,
On the threshold of life,
We need her in life,
As tho same young girl Mamie Hunt.
With Fave of Branch.
She cherishes Blanch,
To help at her sides,
With men of such pride.
Sai4. This irresistible Miss Hunt.
-. The wheels of her carriage,
How merely they explore,
- As a wheel within a wheel she ig-
nores.
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 chap that the thing.
Oh Evering Branches,
Eve has bew1ching glances.
When the soda water Frances;
Right beside the gents wing.
lean never discover
BY some way or other;
Which hunt up the spring;
With the soda fountain spring.
~.-, The wheelsof Mamie Hunt,
Coming on spring to;
Dash away the mean.
Which is generally seen.
On Asheville street scene:
A charm now Mamie.
You are real mean. j. ME-.
"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 and
present bona fde 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 fairy
The dear treasure, Joy and pride
OF parent and of friends besides.
She was a sweet and lovely child,
Lent us just for short while.
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 and gay
AS thanked her for the bouquet.
Now she is sleeping at rest,
No more trials Or pain, forever blest.
Grieve not, parents. relatives, friends,
Bear patiently the trial God sends.
-Eulalie Turnipseed.
Below I give little poetic episode
which has an original plot. It is from
an unknown author:
Here is a peach" the boy said,
Dangling on the tree.
It shall no longer dangle.
I'll place it inside of me.'
"Here is a boy" the peach said,
With q laugh that was low and mean.
"How he will feel when he finds out
How hard am and green!''