An ordinary-looking man wearing a last season’s negligee shirt stepped into the business office and unrolled a strip of manuscript some three feet long.
“I wanted to see you about this little thing I want to publish in the paper. There are fifteen verses besides the other reading matter. The verses are on spring. My handwriting is a trifle illegible and I may have to read it over to you. This is the way it runs:
-Spring ++ Spring
+The air is full of gentle zephyrs,
diff --git a/src/epub/text/how-it-started.xhtml b/src/epub/text/how-it-started.xhtml index 5ffcd8b..15c422f 100644 --- a/src/epub/text/how-it-started.xhtml +++ b/src/epub/text/how-it-started.xhtml @@ -12,8 +12,10 @@The reporter, who was in the town gathering information for the big edition, got his chair quickly behind a pillar of the hotel piazza, and asked what the trouble was about.
“It’s an old feud of several years’ standing,” said the old resident, “between the editor and the Judkins family. About every two months they get to shooting at one another. Everybody in town knows about it. This is the way it started. The Judkinses live in another town, and one time a good-looking young lady of the family came here on a visit to a Mrs. Brown. Mrs. Brown gave her a big party—a regular high-toned affair, to get the young men acquainted with her. One young fellow fell in love with her, and sent a little poem to our paper, the Observer. This is the way it read:
-To Miss Judkins +
- (Visiting Mrs. T. Montcalm Brown.)+ To Miss Judkins
+
+ (Visiting Mrs. T. Montcalm Brown.)We love to see her wear
@@ -38,8 +40,10 @@“Then the editor’s wife happened to come in to see if there was any square, perfumed envelopes among his mail, and she read it. She was at the Brown’s party herself, and when she read the line that proclaimed Miss Judkins ‘The fairest of them all’ she turned up her nose and scratched that out.
“Then the editor himself got hold of it. He is heavily interested in our new electric light plant, and his blue pencil jumped on the line ‘While bright the gaslight shone’ in a hurry. Later on one of the printers came in and grabbed a lot of copy, and this poem was among it. You know what printers will do if you give them a chance, so here is the way the poem came out in the paper:
-To Miss Judkins +
- (Visiting Mrs. T. Montcalm Brown.)+ To Miss Judkins
+
+ (Visiting Mrs. T. Montcalm Brown.)We loved to see her wear