Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1845-02-01
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FLoGGING AN EDITOR.

when lncy Couiu Huu HooouJ oioS "
pluck, by preying upon each other
A new importation of these sporting
gentry excited some alarm among the
Inhabitants, lest they ahould be overrun
they determined therefore, upon their
expulsion. A poor coniry editor, who
was expected by virtue Of his vocation,
70 take upon himself all TIE RESPONSE
biilies from which others ight choose
TO shrink, was peremptorily called up
on BY his patrons" that is, those who
paid him two dollars year for his pa
per. and therefore presumed they own
ed him soul and body--to make an ef-
fort towards the determination Of the
enemy. The unfortunate editor, like
most editors, being gifted with ust
about as much brains as moncy-skull
and purse both empty-said a! once
that he would indite /" crusher !" one
That would undoubtedly drive the OBJ
.noxious vermin into more hosptable
region. And when his paper appeared
il was " crusher." sure enough. In
the course Of his observations he gave
the initials Of several of the fraternity,
whom he advised to .eave town as spec
div as possible, il they had the slightest
desire TO save their bacon.
The next morning, when the poor
scribe was comfortably seated in his
office. listessly fumbling over a meagre
parcel of exchanges. he heard footsteps
on the stairs, and presently ar individu-
al, having accomplished the ascent
made his appearance.
"Where's the editor of this dirty
lying papcr?'
Now, aside from the rudeness of this
opening nterrogatory, there were other
considerations that induced the editor
10 believe there was some trouble on
foot. The parsonage who addressed
him bore a cowhide in his hand, and
moreover, seemed to be exceedingly
cnracrd. This was not all--he rcco-
pnized in him distinguished leader OF
the sporting Fraternity, with whose cog
nomen he had taken very irreverent
liberties. Ii was without the slightest
hesitation. therefore, that he replied TO
the introductory query
81 don't know"
"Do you belong to the concern"
"No indeed, but ! presume the ed
itor will soon be in"
swell, said the visiter," will wait
for him." And .suittig the action to the
word, he composeli!v took a chair, pick
cd up paper, and commenced reading.
.if meet him. said the frightened
knigh, Of the scissors and quill, Il viii
tell him there is gentleman here wE' !
wishes TO see him"
As he reached the foot of the stairs,
in his hasty retreat, he was accosted by
another. who thus made himself known.
"Can you tell me where | can find
the sneaking rascal who has charge of
this vllainous sheet?' producing the
las, number of 4" Freedoms Echo and
the Battle Axe of Liberty"
"Yes" replied the editor, he is up
there now, reading, with his back to
the door"
THANK YOU" exclaimed the stran-
ger, as he bounced up stairs.
awe got you, have II" he CALCULATED
as he made a grasp at his brother in in
guilty, and they came crashing TO the
floor together.
As The combltan,s, notwithstanding
the similarity oflheir vocation, happen
ed 10 be unacquainted with each other,
a very pretty quarrel" ensued. First
one was at the top, then the other: blow
followed blow, kick followed kick, and
oath followed oath, until bruised, ex-
haus,ed and bloody, with faces and lea
lures resembling Deaf Burke, after a
two hours pugilistic encounter there
was. by mutual consent, cessation oil
hos,iliiies. AS the warriors sat upon
the floor, contemplating each other, the
frs, conner found breuth enough to ask
"Who are you? What did you attack
me for?"
"Yuu abused me in your paper!'
"Me! I'm not the editor, | came
here to fog him myself"
Mutual explanations and apologies
ensued, and the two mistaken gentle
men RETIRED to bind up their wounds
As the story comes TO us, the d'siln-
guished individual whose vocation il
was to enlighlen the world by the aid
ofth grea, engine, he public press es-
caped SEQ, free.-Crcscea! City.