Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1905-12-19

tahnely into the managing editors sane
tum.
The humorous sheets cali 1t sane
tum. anyhow, and they ought to know.
AS O. straight matter Of fact however,
the managing editors den Is usually a
room exposed to all the winds Of heaven,
50 to speak, to which all hands, fore and
aft. resort when they've no other place
to 60, and wherein they sit upon the
edge OF the managing editors desk
when he's trying to arrange a makeup
scheme, and breathe their hot breath
upon his hair and tell him the troubled,
vicissitudinous stories of their lives.
The managing editor looked up ami
ably at the apparition of the cadayerous-
looking man. 1t is true that managing
editors are invariably portrayed Win
heavy scowls upon their countenances
and with their hands reaching for yici-
ous-looking paste pots and scissors ana
other throwable impedimenta. But II
doesn't matter how they are invariably
portrayed. SO long as the facts are mar
rated.
The managing editor looked up with
courteous smile. The man with the
hectic flush gave a slight cough. tie
did not bestow the cough upon anybody
in particular, but he gave it.
Then he reached into the breast pocket
of his seedy-loolSing coat anu produced
a roll of manuscript
Il have here, Mr.. Closeforms,' he
said, in sepulchral tone, "a poem upon
autumn which beg leave to submit to
your consideration"
The managing editor
Now, just wait a minute.
If the writer of this absolutely vera
cious story were to yield to the tempta-
ton to depart from the facts, and to
follow in the beaten path of the PROBES
sional gh-provokers, he would, in
order to attempt to make little hit
for himself go on to narrate-
How the managing editors face sud
denly assumed an expression of the most
ferocity
How, thrusting forth his foot, the
managing editor stepped upon spring
which hurled the cadaverous-looktng
poet out of the door and down the ele-
vatOr shaft, with much low-comedy
breaking of glass and other business
of that description.
Or he would exhibit the frenzied man
aging editor in the act of leaping over
his desk and grabbing hold of the man
with the sepulchral voice, pounding his
unfortunate head against the wall with
sufficient force to make large indenta-
tions therein, and finally hurting him to
the floor and stamping upon him with
brogans.
Or he would show the managing editor
in the act of summoning four huge ex-
movers of pianos. who would promptly
proceed to cave in each and every Stat
in the frame of the wretched victim Of
the poetic fever.
Or, finally, he would cause words Of
the most CALLING, shriveling sarcasm to
issue from the curled lips Of the man
aging editor anent all imbeciles of anna
teur poets, the effect of which would be
to cause the cadaverous-looking verse
maker to make for the nearest stairway
at lope.
But the writer is not yielding to any
whatsoever. He is en-
gagged in the prosaic work of setting
down the facts of occurrences just as
they come off in real, everyday life, and
not as they occur in the pages of the
funny sheets that are ex-
lded from the color presses.
Therefore
All" observed the managing editor
to the cadaverous-looking man, cordial
ly motioning him to seat. That's
good. We've been a little shy on sea-
Sonable verse lately, and I'm glad that
you've got something for us"
The cadaverous-looking man, who
happened to be not only producer Of
fluent and elegant verse, but a we'll
known operator in real estate, and
worth $478,000 at the very lowest esti-
mate, and a man who stood extremely
well with everybody connected with the
newspaper, upstairs and down-the ca
man sat down,
coughed slightly in the bowl of his hat,
and twiddled his thumbs in an easy sort
Of way. "Um," murmured the manag-
ng editor, as he ran over the manuscript
81 the poem on autumn, some tender
md touching sentiment in this, per.
breeze and swirling
eaves'-'russet brown through all the
own'-'cold gray skies and autumn
sighs'-'the last sweet rose and the gar
len hose'-um! charming Well just
run this in large double column form in
script type, on the first page of the sup
Dlement section, Mr.. Snagrhyme, and
I'm mighty glad you brought it alonA to
ls--we were in need Of just that feature
1t this time. BY the way, how is that
little deal of yours in 'Teenth street
extended making out? Getting money
n lunches, Ell? All, clever little lot
selling scheme that, Mr. Snagrhyme-
foxy move from the beginning!"
Then the cadaverous-looking man
smiled slow, crafty smile, asked the
managing editor if he could spare cou-
pie of minutes TO run down to the street
level to see If they couldn't find some
thing moist somewhere or another and