The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-12-11
DOLBY IS AN EDITOR NOW
LEAVES THE HARDWARE BUSINESS
 FOR LITERATURE.

Has Magazine Called "The Greene
 Giraffe'' and Ills Explanation Of How
 This Name Was Adopted Gives an Ides
 of the Publication-Mrs. DobIey Ina
 terestcd.
 q find the life of an editor very in-
 teresting," said MT. Dobley at his newly
 inaugurated late breakfast, and
 shall never fail to be thankful that l
 cast off the loathsome trammels of the
 hardware business to soar in the vault
 ed skies of literature"
 "I thought only angels and birds
 scared" said Mrs. Dobey, putting
 cream in the coffee. She was really
 very much astonished at the manner in
 which her liege lord had launched him.
 self into literature. For some three
 weeks now he had been proprietor and
 editor of The Green Giraffe, magazine
 devoted to art and high class literature.
 It was an expensive affair, printed on
 thick paper with ragged edges and wide margins, and had cover one
 
 brilliant was the coloring.
 You are becoming an unconscious humorist, my dear" said Mr. Dobley taking the top off an egg gracefully, "as befts the wife of a literary man. An angel in the language of the up-to-date is a backer-a person who puts money into art for arts sake and also with a dim idea that it will return in time manifold And sometimes an angel is also a bird"
 Ut is all so interesting to me, John," said Mrs. Dobley, "and am so anxious to learn all about it. Yet it seems a little bit beyond me. There is the cov- CT, that girl with the purple hair eating green grapes, and the week before 1t looked like an advertisement for hair restorer, that awfully purple man with green whiskers. I confess cannot un- darstand it."
 "Last week we had Dom Paul, be- liewe," said MT. Dobley thoughtfully, and the girl eating grapes is Harvest I think. Most of these things are sym bolical you know"
 ''But why didn't they make the grapes purple? They seemed to have plenty of purple I think it would do harm in a, house where there were children to have a picture of any one eating green grapes"
 Artists, my dear Mrs. Dobley, must be allowed a certain amount of license "a wide latitude may say in what they draw, that will give their imagina- tions free scope. You can't put paint brush in a mans hand and say give me one of your number SS-agate ware. copper lined with long handle, as we used to say in the hardware business. You would warp his genius. You just say to him give me something that will make people sit up and think"
 ''Well, sat up half the night think ing about that girl" said Mrs. Dobley, "and I could not make it out. Then there was a poem on the first page that dazed me- It sounded ma agnifcent when one read it out loud, but what it meant was mystery.I should have taken 1t for puzzle, but I know you don't have puzzles in the Giraffe"
 You refer now to that magnificent thing by Swampleigh. My dear we must be vague in literature if we wish to escape the charge of being old-fash- LOUGu. pW dIIIplCiSll llCN VI lHuhNo et liiio- take. Take the name of the magazine. He suggested it. He told me how it oc cured to him one night. He had re- tired late and fallen into a light slum- Der. Suddenly he awoke. At the foot of his bed a figure seemed to shape it. self in a sort of mist and he knew that It was an inspiration. First he thought l It was a camel, then it's neck stretched upward and Swampleigh heard himself 1 murmur. The Green Giraffe The | very thing He knew he had name l hat would make big sensation"
 .'But what does 1t mean?''
 Perhaps Swampleigh is the only man l who has thorough knowledge of what | .lae title means. It means everything lnd it means nothing. Everybody | wants to know what is in a magazine | with such a name. Once they buy it ye have 'em. It's like double-back- | Lction coal scuttle that Freshington in- ,ented last year. People saw the name | n the catalogues and went wild until hey bought some. It simply was a oaI bod that couldn't tip backward hat was all"
 "Is Mr. Swampleigh on the staff?" r'SSWdmplGlSu IS OIl lllG SldlL, Uul ear very much that we shall lose him. lou see, he has always had dyspepsia, nd this has kept him morbid and cyni- al in all his ideas He hates every hing. Now, somebody suggested his rying hot water as a cure, and he's citing better and more cheerful every ay. He will lose all his value to us rhen he becomes well again. You see, owdays healthy-minded folks who ont know what it is to be pessimistic ke to read that sort of thing. think
 makes 'em feel happy"
 Tt must be very odd, should think" aid Mrs. Dobley. But you find it in- sresting at all events and you don't ave to work so hard. Then it must be harming to meet all the poets and wri- ; ITS. to commune with such gifted linds-not through cold print as others ave to-but soul to soul as it were." Really, Honora, you are acquiring a isticctly literary style in your conver- ation. The uplifting influence of The reeu Giraffe can already be traced in our talk" But they all are very charming, are icy not?' "Er-perhaps charming is not exactly ,e word They are intensely interest surprising. few are perhaps