CHAPTER XXXV.
AN EDITOR'S CHIP-BASKET.
On our way out the newspaper rooms we stumbled over the basket in which is deposited the literary material we cannot use.

The basket upset and surprised us with its contents.

On the top were some things that looked like fifteen or twenty poems.

People outside have no idea of the amount of rhyme that comes to a printing office.

The fact is that at some period in every one's life he writes "poetry." His existence depends upon it.