Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-10-01
By
Booth
Harrington
Copyright. 1871
by the Bell Syndicate. Inc.

they got desk from that nasty little
Henry Rooter's mothers attic; and /
table and some chairs, and map OF
the wall; and that's their newspaper
office. They 60 out and look for what's
the news. and write il down in ink
and then they go through the gate t.
the other side of the railing where the
printing press Is, and print it for theil
newspaper"
But what do they do on the fence
so mueh?"
That's where they go to watcl
what the news is" Florence explained
morosely. They think they're sc
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 / could be one o. the ones
they asked If | 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 livesw
Mrs. Atwater sighed. You mustn't
use such expressions, Florence
II don't see why not" the daughter
objected. They're 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 1t,
and everything They have been all
over this part of town and got every
aunt and uncle they have, besides their
own fathers and 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 EN- quar-
ter last night; he told me So"
How often do they publish their
paper, Florence?" Mrs. Atwater in
CURED 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 it?'
1.-THE North End Daily Oriole. It's
the silliest name ever heard for a
newspaper; and told EN- so. told
'em what thought of 1t, guess"
"Was that the reason?" Mrs. At
water asked.
WAS 1t what reason, mama?'
"Was 1t the reason they wouldn't
let you be reporter with them?"
'Poohl" Florence exclaimed airily.
II didn't want anything to do with
their ole paper. But anyway didn't
make Sun O. their calm 1t the North
End Daily Oriole till after they said
couldn't be In it. Then | did, you
betw
Florence. don't say"
Mama, got to say somep'm! Well,
I told 'em I wouldn't be in their ole
paper If they begged me on their bent
ed knees and l said IL they begged
me thousand years ! wouldn't be
In any paper with such crazy name !;
and l wouldn't tell 'em any news If
l knew the President of the United
States had the scarlet fever / just
politely Informed EN- they could say
what they liked If they was dying;
declined so much as wipe the oldest
shoes got on EN- !"
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 and
Florence was silent, In brooding
mood The Journalists upon the fence
had disappeared from view, during the
conversation with her mother; and
presently she sighed and quietly left
the room. She went to her own apart
ment. where. at small and rather
battered little white desk, after pc
riod of earnest reverie, she took up
a pen, wet the point in purple ink, and
without any great effort or any criti-
cal delayings, produced poem.