The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1921-11-16
Continued from Last Week.)

Such, as Is sometimes said, was the
first issue, complete, Of the North End
Daily Oriole. Florence was not i'm
mediately critical Of some distortions
Of meaning In the body Of her poem,
due partly to Atwater & Rooter's nat
ural lack Of experience in new and
eXacting trade; partly to their enviable
unconsciousness Of any necessity for
proofreading; and somewhat to their
haste in getting through the final, and
least interesting stage Of their under.
taking, Florence's poem being, In fact,
SO far as the printers were concerned,
mere hack work and anti.clmax.
And as. they later declared, under
fire, anybody that could make out
more than three words In five Of her
ole. handwriting was welcome to do
It, Besides, what did 1t matter if a
little bit was left out at the end Of
one Or two Of the lines? They couldn't
be expected to run the lines out over
their margin, could they? And they
never knew anything crazier than
maxim all this fuss because: What
if some of 1t wasn't printed just ex-
actly right, who in the world was goin'
to notice 1t, and what was the DIFF
ference Of just few words different
In her ole poem, anyhow?
For, by the time these explanations
ESQ to call them) took place, Florence
was indeed maxim a fuss. Her emo
tions, at first, had been happily stimu-
lated at sight Of "By Florence At
water" A singular tenderness had
risen in her-a tremulous sense as Of
something almost sacred coming at
last into It's own; and she had hurried
to distribute, gratis, among relatives
and friends, several copies Of the ORR
ole, paying for them, too (though not
without injurious argument) at the
rate of two cents a copy. But upon
returning to her own home, she be-
came calm enough (for a moment or
so) to look over the poem with at.
tention to details. She returned has.
tily to the newspaper building, but
would have been wiser to remain
away, since all subscribers had re.
ceived their copies by the time she got
there; and under the circumstances
little reparation was practicable.
She ended her oratfon--or professed
to end it-by declaring that she would
never have another poem in their ole
vile newspaper as long as she lived.
you're right about that" Henry
Rooter agreed heartily. 1--WE wouldn't
let another one In 1t. Not for fifty
dollars! Just look at all the trouble
we took moiling and tolling to get
your ole poem printed as nice as we
could, so 1t wouldn't ruin our newspa-
per, and then you comm over here
and gOin' on this way, and all this uni
that, why, wouldn't 80 through it
again for a hundred dollars. We're
maxim good money anyhow, with our
newspaper, Florence AtwateE. You
needn't think we depend on you for
our livlng!"
"Thats So" his partner declared.
1--WE knew you wouldn't be satisfied
anyway, Florence. Didn't we, Henry?"
II should say We did!"
eyes, sir!' said Herbert. Fright
when we were havjn' the worst time
tryin' to print 1t and make out some
O the words, I said right then, we
were just throwing away our time. r
said, what's the user That ole girls
bound to raise Cain anyhow, so what's
the use wastin' whole lot OF our
good time ana brains like this, just to
suit her2 Whatever we do, she's GER
tain to come over here and insult u.s.
Isn't that what I said, Henly2"
eyes, 1t Is; and / said then You
were right, and you are right"
"Cert'nly am" said Herbert.
didn't I tell you she'd be just the
way some Of the family say she s2
A good many Of 'em say she'd find
fault with the undertaken at her own
funeral. That's just exactly what I
saldi"
ooh, you dld7" Florence burlesaued
polite interest "How virry cOnsld-
crate OF YOU Then, perhaps you'n
try to be gentleman enough for
one simple moment to allow mo to tell
you my last remarks on this subject.
I've said enough"
sOh, have your Herbert Interrupt.
ed with violent sarcasm. "Oh, moi
Say not So Florence, say nor sol'
At this, Henry Rooter loudly shout.
cd with applahsive hilarlty; whore,
upon Herbert, rather SURPRISED at his
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