Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-04-30
From the Louisville Advertiser.
FLOGGING AN EDITOR.

Oh lnG want VI NEWS. NOlHlU2 Is ROlIIS Ob
in Congress, not even duel--the boundary
question and the Florida war, are both
worn out, and not a murder is TO be had
for love or money. Even shocking acci-
dents" and "awful catastrophies" are as
scarce as warming pans in the West In
dies, and there has not been a mob, or
highway robbery worth fig, for a long
time. What is to be donel What can we,
poor editors, do to keep our readers in
good humor! Some contrive TO fill up
their columns with their own private con-
Germs, and what is worse yet with their
personal quarres. But this is an example
we do not intend to follow. Patrons,
when they pay publisher for his paper,
do not expect him to devote it to his own
private affairs. A clergyman would prob
ably give offence if he were to keep the
fodder for his horse in the gallery of the
church, or hang up his winters stock of
bacon and sausages around the pulpit And
yet this would not be more palably APP
Propriating to private use, what belongs to
the public, than for an editor to fill his pa
per with his own personal affairs.
We'll, as we are not disposed to occupy
our columns with personal abuse, we will
try something else, and relate an incident,
for the truth of which we can vouch.
About twenty five years ago, when a
certain Western State (Which we shall not
name) was a territory, and with few in
habitants, young lawyer from one of the
old States, cmigrated thther, and settled
in the town of K. lie succeeded adj
mirably in his profession, and rose rapidly
in popular favor. He had been there
nearly two years, when he induced prin-
Ito- e, .l,-
paper, Of which he was editor and proprie-
; tor. Squire 5. was much pleased, for a
while, with editing a paper. He was a
man of very low stature, but he used the
! editorial 1--WE as frequently as if there
4 were a dozen of him, and each as big as
Daniel Lambert, or the Kentucky Giant
;. Strange to say, there were at that time,
). men in office who were not particle more
e honest than they should be; thing which
e probably never happened before, and never
will again. Squire S felt all the patriotism
d of son of '76, and poured out grape shot
q and canister against public abuses. This
soon stirred hornets nest about his ears;
II but as there was no other paper in the ter
5, ritory, there was no reply, and he enjoyed
d his warlike propensities in security.
a At length he published an article more
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office, than any that had preceded it. In
a fact, though pointed at no one individual
in particular, it was "Scorcher.'
S Some three or four days afterwards. he
was sitting alone in his editorial office.
which was about a quarter Of a mile from
the printing establishment, his pen was
t. busy with paragraph when his door was
opened without much ceremony, and in
ii oil cd Oh e;x -, ri. etool-
;e ings. He asked, "are you (S..) the pro-
prietor of this paper" Thinking he had
found new patron. the little man, with
q one of his blandest smiles, answered in the
2 affirmative. The stranger deliberately
le drew the last number of the paper from
e his pocket and pointing TO the article
- against rogues in office, told the atfrighted
Is editor that it was intended for shin" 1t
$ was in vain that S. protested he had never
Y heard of him before. The wrath of the
e visiter rose to fever heat. and from being
\ so long restrained boiled over with double
Y fury. He gave the editor his choice, either
d to publish a humble, a rery humble recan-
i tation, or take a forging on The spot.
n Either alternative was worm-wood, but
" holder was twice his size, and at one blow
= COuIu QudIllN MN lOI jill ODltudI hOtSC'
d He agreed to retract, and as his visitor in
, sisted upon writing himself he sat down
n to the task. Squire S. made ar excuse to
n walk to the printing office with promise
If that he would be back in season to sign ii,
i as soon as it was finished.
e S. had gone hardly fifty rods when he
|. encountered a man who inquired where
e Mr. SIS office was and if he was at home.
e. Suspecting that he too, was on the same
e errand as the other visitor, he pointed to
IS the office, and told MIN that he would find
J. the editor within. writing most abusive
e. article against office holders, This was
1t enough. The eyes of the new conner flashed
IS fire. He rushed into the Office and assailed
u the stranger with the Cpithets, "iiar.
r, ''Scoundrcl." 'co,U0rf'-and told him he
lie would teach him how to write. The gen.
g tcman supposing it was some bully sent
there by the editor. sprang to his feet. and
a fight cnsued, that beat the Kilkenny
:. cats all hollow. The table was upset and
=. smashed into kindling wooG-the contents
; of a large jug of ink stood in puddes on
~ the floor, the chairs had their legs and
~ backs broken beyond the skill Of surgery
to cure them. This seemed only to in
10 spirc the combatants with still greater
~ fury. Blow followed bow, with the ra-
1 pidity of lightning, and the force of a
' sedge-hammar. First one was kicking on
49, the floor and then the Other--each taking
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