Vernon Parish Democrat. (Leesville, La.) 1917-193?, 1921-12-01

| they got desk from that nasty little
Henry ROoter's mothers attic; and q
table and some chairs, and a 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 1t for their
newspaper"
But what do they do on the fence
so much?"
''That's where they go to watch
what the news Is" Florence explained
morosely. ''They think they're so
grand, sittln' up there, pOkin' around.
They go other places, too; and they
ask people That's all they said
could be |" Here the lady's bitterness
became strongly intensified. "They
said, maybe 1 could be one o. the ones
they asked If 1 knew anything, some
times, if they happen to think of 1t l.
just respectf'ly 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
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 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 '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 a week from to-
day."
what do they call it?'
1.-THE North End Daily OrioIe. It's
the silliest name 1 ever heard for a
newspaper; and 1 told 'em so. 1 told
'em what thought Of it, guessI"
"Was that the reason2" Mrs. At
water asked.
was it what reason, mamar
WAS it the reason they wouldn't
let you be reporter with them?"
"PoOh! !" Florence exclaimed airily.
II didn't want anything to do with
their ole paper. But anyway 1 didn't
make fun o. their calm it the North
End Daily Oriole till after they said
couldn't be In it. Then did, you
bet!"
Florence, don't say"
"Mama, l got to say somep'm Well,
told 'em / wouldn't be in their ole
paper If they begged me on their bent
ed knees; and 1 said If they begged
me a thousand years wouldn't be
in any paper with such crazy name
and wouldn't tell 'em any news If
knew the President Of the United
States had the scarlet feverI l just
politely informed 'em they could say
, what they liked If they was dying;
declined so much as wipe the oldest
shoes 7 got IN 'nTn 7"
But why wouldn't they let you be
on the paper2" her mother insisted.
Upon this Florence became analyti
cal. "Just SOS they could act so i'm
portantw And she added, as a con
D sequence: ''They ought to be arrest
4 ed"
Mrs. Atwater murmured absently
: but forbore to press her inquiry; anC
Florence was silent, in a brooding
mood. The Journalists upon the fence
S had disappeared from view, during thG
: conversation with her mother; anC
! presently she sighed and quietly LEFT
the room. She went to her own apart
4 ment, where, at a small and rather
: battered little white desk, after a pc
Rod of earnest reverie; she took VI
: a pen, wet the point in purple ink, ant
a without any great effort or any critl
cal delayings produced poem.