Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1921-10-27
By
Booth
Harrington
Copyright, 1sZl
By the Bell Syndicate, Iza

they got desk from that nasty little
Henry RoOter's mothers attic; and a
table and some chairs, and d map on
the wall; and that's their newspaper
office. They go out and look for what's
the news, and write it down in ink;
and then they go through the gate to
the other side of the railing where the
printing press is, and print it for their
newspaper"
But what do they do on the fence
SO much?"
"Thats where they go to watch
what the news is" Florence explained
morosely. 'They think they're so
grand. sittin' up there, pokin' around.
They go other places, too; and they
ask people. That's all they said
could bel" Here the lady's bitterness
became strongly intensified. "They
said, maybe 1 could be one O. the ones
they asked If l knew anything, some
times, If they happen to think of it!
just respectfully told 'em I'd decline to
wipe my oldest shoes on em to save
their lives !"
Mrs. Atwater sighed. "You mustn't
use such expressions, Florence"
II don't see why not" the daughter
objected. They're a lot more refined
than the expressions they used on
me-"
Then I'm very glad you didn't play
with them"
But at this, Florence once more
gave way to filial despair. Mama,
you just can't see through anything !!
I've said anyhow fifty times they amt
aren't playing! They're getting up a
real newspaper, and people buy it,
and everything. They have been all
over this part Of town and got every
aunt and uncle they have, besides their
own fathers ana mothers, and some
people in the neighborhood, and Kitty
Silver and two or three other colored
people BESIDES that work for families
they know. They're going to charge
twenty-five cents year. collect-in-ad-
vance because they want the money
first; and even papa gave 'em a quar-
ter last night; he told me So"
How often do they publish their
paper Florence?" Mrs. Atwater in
quired somewhat absently, having re-
sumed her sewing.
Every week. and they're goin' to
have the first one week from to-
day."
What do they call itT'
THE North End Daily Oriole. It's
the silliest name l ever heard for a
newspaper; and told 'em so. I told
em what thought of it, guess!"
"Was that the reasOn?" Mrs. At
water asked
WAS 1t what reason, mama?"
''Was it the reason they wouldn't
let you be a reporter with them?"
pooh" Florence exclaimed airily
Il didn't want anything to do with
their ole paper. But anyway l didn't
make fun O their calm it the North
End Daily Oriole till after they said
couldn't be in it. Then I did, you
bet!"
Florence, don't say"
Mama, l got to say somepm Well
told 'em | wouldn't be in their ole
paper If they begged me on their bent.
ed knees; and l said If they begged
me a thousand years I wouldn't be
In any paper with such a crazy name
and I wouldn't tell 'em any news II
| knew the President of the United
States had the scarlet fever! l jus,
politely Informed EN- they could say
what they liked If they was dying;
declined so much as wipe the oldest
shoes l got on 'em!"
"But why wouldn't they let you be
on the paper?" her mother insisted
Upon this Florence became analyti
cal. Just SOS they could act so i'm
portant" And she added, as a con
sequence: "They ought to be arrest
ed"
Mrs. Atwater murmured absently
but forbore to press her inquiry; ant
Florence was silent, In a broodins
mood. The journalists upon the fence
had disappeared from view, during the
conversation with her mother; anC
presently she sighed and quietly lef
the room. She went to her own apart
ment, where, at a small and rather
battered little white desk, after a pc
riod of earnest reverie, she took W
a pen, wet the point in purple ink, anC
without any great effort or any crit