Show TRIALS OF AN EDITOR BY lly haie KATE NEVILLE now how often we think when reading the news new an editor could be choose dut cut such a paper as this this why by all must roust agree siree that a thing thine of they nem did see ree nut cut sir critic inflect ere you make anake a noite noire ony on to raut tout at one mans meat Is another mans pois vill and A lest yon you persist in your steady denials well giyu give you a few lew ol 01 an editors edl edi tora torb trials rist H st a artty young ladys lady sprightly and fairs tair fair with a paper in hands hand waltzes up to A chair and bastil oer all that elie the saws saw taw bhe she bih bsh throws it aside wilh with A muttered pi hawl yo no marriages here I 1 think 11 ll Is queer when theres ever so to many they thy rhy dont uon t publish any hetes heres poetry and battler I 1 sketch Ekrich rs s add and stages and tales and law suits without ending A pending nar kut no pic picnics or concert concerts sp or parties tor for or mes me such on paper I 1 never niter did see ace then a nice young danith ma man nIth ath a cane and mou moustache staches who V ho certainly thinks hr be la IS cutting a dashy dash looks over the litt of plays and soirees sol Eol rees As it if vainly trying lib bib fancy to please in thea theater in ricer rices r ce ctr Cir crisses and chales 0 wras era fra in banquets li illi and calls and finally wonders what editors mean meau by printle g a pap paper or not fit to he be seon sentimental young lady next picks up the paper papers and by the light ot of a dim burning taper and wonders wanders if lines linen here bere addressed to miss beina beira were na nit written to her by some come clever young fellow pretty and witty and learned and wis wise but slie size sli stops slops in alarm at the eark nark hazel eyes 1 fur herpak hers are deep blues blue what a pity stis itis haie me and now mr lidi Ildi tor irs ris ITs all blamed on you what speeches and I 1 twing and sermons ber ger mons and cawing jawing and news and clawing ey by dispatch depatch dis patch to match lint no sketches cr or tales that I 1 can see what kind of a man must the edito editor be next a grave crave politician who with dignity glows adjusts his hla gold spectacles over his nosey noses nose a huge pinch of snut snuff before he pro proceeds coeds th ahn n opens the paper and leisurely reads read of breeches of senate and speeches of house and foreign sl of hallways reports Bp orts and courts and says as he be reads iha iba last column of narp warp what a strange kind of people these editors akrep are these rhymes and these love stories to print if 1 1 atwould do any good I 1 would give them a hint bint sow mow a prim old maid mald the paper espies and holding it carefully off from her eye eyer and frequently muttering ial lat lal and ah she bhe ina lna manages nages some way to read very well the marriages the robberies rob berle accidents and murders suicides Idesy all la in deaths A breath breaths and finishing wonders what sort of a blunder the whole of the community Is under tx va support a paper whose print is to so small she wonders how bow seme some people read it at all if ity its at an angry contributor eager for fame vain glorious for seeing in print his own name im ilia ruined sir air ruined my success sir air Is oer sa so many mistakes were neer neler heard beard of before look here at this 94 sonnet addressed to my lady youve made it A ca bonnet and dress for tora fora a baby daby t dont donat talk of my writing writings and bay nay it was that youre an editor sir air but no gent that nat bat the tanner fanner complains that his hig hi crops are neglected while so much time Is spent in guessing be b selected the minister says saya it should be more sedate and not so much wasted waned on matters of state and thousands of other complaints are cde known knows which the editors back has to bear all alone but rut me the worst of it Is they all join in saying such suck a paper as a this be he can print without paying |