The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1922-03-08
By
Booth
Harrington
Copyright, 1871
oy the Bell Syndicate. Ina

tnes got desk from that nasty little
1ieiry hooters mothers attic: and
taoie ana some chairs, and q man m
the wall; ard that's their newsnanor
once They 80 out and look for wbat's
'he news and write 1t down In ink:
anu then they 90 through the gate to
uie other side Of the railing where the
p''n'ihe press Is, and print it for their
newspaper"
but what do they do on the fence
SO muchT'
That's where they 20 to watch
"hat the news u.s." Florence explained
horosely. 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 l
could be" 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! l
lust respectfly told 'em I'd decline to
wipe my oldest shoes on 'em to save
their llves!"
Mrs. Atwater sighed. "You mustn't
use such expressions, Florence"
i don't see why not" the daughter
OBJECTED. They're lot more refined
than the expressions they used on
mel"
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 nae 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 a week from 10
day."
what do they call itr'
1.-THE North End Daily Oriole. It's
the silliest name l ever heard for a
newspaper; and told EN- So l told
EN- what thought of 1t, guess!"
WAS that the reason?" Mrs. At.
water asked.
WAS it what reason, mama?"
"Was 1t the reason they wouldn'
let you be reporter with them?"
"Pooh!" Florence exclaimed airily.
Il didn't want anything to do with
their ole paper. But anyway l didn't
make Sun O their calm 1t the North
End Daily Oriole till after they said
couldn't be In It. Then l did, you
betl'
Florence, don't say"
Mama, got to say somep'm Well.
l told 'em I wouldn't be in their ole
paper If they begged me on their bent
ed knees; and l said II they begged
me a thousand years l wouldn't be
In any paper with such a crazy name ;
and I wouldn't tell EN- any news II
/ knew the President Of the United
States had the scarlet fever! l just
politely informed EN- they could say
what they liked II they was dying; I
declined so much as wipe the Oldest
shoes 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
uortant!" And she added, as con-
sequence: "They ought to be arrest
ed"
Mrs. Atwater murnuned absently,
but forbore to press her inquiry; and
Florence was silent, in e. breeding
mood. The journalists upon the fence
had disappeared from view. during the
conversation with her mother; ana
presert,y 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
Rod OF earnest reverie, she took up
-,an, wet the point In purple ink, ana
without any great effort or any crid-
-o1 .aolc ,.tnns nrnduCed poem.