Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1922-01-05

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they got a desk from that nasty little
Henry Rooter's mothers attic; and Q
table and some chairs, and map on
the wall; and that's their newspaper
office. They 60 out and look for what's
the news, and write it down in ink /;
and then they 60 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?"
That's where they go to watch
what the news isl 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 / could be one o. the ones
they asked II 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 Hves!''
Mrs. Atwater sighed. "You mustn't
use such expressions, Florence"
Il don't see why not" the daughter
objected. They're a lot more refined
than the expressions they used on
met"
"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 q
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 a year, collect-in-ad.
vance because they want the money
first; and even papa gave 'em 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 goln' to
mn A.
day."
"What do they call it,"
The North End Daily Oriole. It's
the silliest name I ever heard. for 9
newspaper; and I told em so. told
'em what I 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 I didn't
make fun o their CALM it the North
End Daily Oriole till after they said
l couldn't be in it. Then l did, you
bet!"
Florence, don't say"
"Mama. got to say somep'm! Well
I told 'em wouldn't be in their ole
paper IL 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 wouldn't tell 'em any. news ii
I knew. the President Of the United
States had the scarlet fever! Just
politely informed 'em they could say
what they liked II they was dying; !
declined SO much as wipe the oldest
shoes I got on 'emp
"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 con.
sequence: They ought to be arrest
ed" 1l
+ Mrs. Atwater murmured absently
but forbore to press her inquiry; and
Florence was silent, in, broodina
mood. The Journalists upon the fence
had disapp eared 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 a small and rather
battered little white desk, after De.
Rod Of earnest reverie, she took IN
pen, wet the point in purple ink, and
without any great effort or any criti.
cal delayings. produced = poem.
THE oRcANEsT.