Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1851-06-05

'ec'ural merits failed to discern them.
\ 4 n Hs H.G.
PRINTING A HORSE.
| Whilewe were busted putting the Friend
TO press, our attention was attracted TO ,h,
numbering foot falls Of Two pair of subsan
lial bro9ans on the stairway leading to ou
printing office, and presently the crowns O
two Rough and Ready hats which rose above
la pair Of heads which were followed b,
shoulders and so on, until two athletic spe.
cimens of the rural population of Georgia
stood revealed before US. s.t
Advancing q few steps from the stairway
the two came TO q halt and gazod round the
apartment, occasionally y casting furlive glanc.
es about them as if apprehensive of being
caugh, up and done for by the printing press.
es that were in operation in their immediate
vicinity. One of The party had his atlen.
ZION particularly attracted by the saIf.inking
machine, the o. era,ion Of which he seemed
peculiarly anxious TO understand, while The
other was making spasmodic efforts TO smoke
horrid bad cigar.
Presently The man with the cigar broke
silence.
DO you print horses here!' said he; hold.
ing his cigar between his finger and thumb
in an attitude rather 100 striking to be gr; ce.
ful.
APprehendng that we did not rightly vn.
derstand the question, We asked
Hand blls?'
WHATS them, Bill?' inquired the speaker
Of his friend
Dad fetch it, il know said Bill, with
out lher notes O hand.'
The TWO conversed together in low voice
a moment, during which time The frs. speak.
er made several Intellectual attempts to ge,
a Whit from his cigar. Presently, turning
round and elevaIing his voice, he said
'Look-a-here, Stranger, can you print q
horse or can you noi?'
He paused for reply while we endea.
vored 10 frame an answer.
Because, resumed the speaker, Il want
first rate piclur of my horse Red Eagle,
and if your The man wha, can do it, say the
wor6P
I'VE can do almost any kind of printing
here. sir. Have you the manuscrlp pt with
you?'
THE ,chat uscrip,!' exclaimed the owner
of the Red Eagle.
'Have you copy Of wha. you want print.
ed?' ......
Gus the copy said he; dom, want CO.
Ipy. want my horse printed jes, dry so. ,
Oh,' said we, you only want picture
of your horse?'
That's the idea, stranger, exactly said
he.
As we now comprehended his wants, and
were disposed to humor the joke, we in
slrucled one Of The boys 10 take an impres.
sion of large cut of horse. The coun.
tenances of our customers frightened up al
once; while they watched Inc operation with
intense interest.
On The impression Of The cut being pa-
ced before them, they 10th exclaimed:
Hey, the deuce! iha, aint like old Eagle
'Whal's the matter with il?' said we. is
i, not good likeness?'
'Ne, sir, not by a ding'd sight, said the
man with the bad cigar.
+ MY horse is a bright sorrel horse, with a
star in his face and one white foot. This
ere horses tail is jest like mine, only i.'s
black -
Red ink would remedy the defect in the
color. But The white foot and the star in the
face were difficulties not so easily TO be got
over.
AT that moment one IF our printers, who
had b. en- quietly enjoy ing the joke, came TO
our aid. By the use Of colored ink and by
laying pice of paper, cut 10 resemble The
star in the face, on the cul, and another
piece on The fetlock, we soon produced Red
Eagle as natural as life.
The party were in eestacies.
'Ain't that old Eagle, Bill-as natural as
pig racks!'
well, drat my skinp said the o,Eer, re-
garding the picture with amazement depicted
in every feature-'did you ever see the like!
Why said he, holding it off at arms length
and shutting one eye, I'D know that was
your colt, Bill, if was 10 see il any where
in creation
Certain you would; III bet the old mare
herself would known Is when she seed II.
Talk about your doggery.ypesl Why tina,
chap over thar couldn't make such pietur
as that to save his tarnal gizzard. How
much is 10 pay, stranger?'
'Nothing!' replied we. I'VE don't charge
for printing horses
'No,hing!' exclaimed both, in the same
voice 'Dogserylipes over thar wanted to
charge three dollars, and then couldn't do
it. Deuse take your doggerylipes for mel
After pressing us TO be compensated,
which we resolutely declined, the delighted
couple left the office, declaring thar they
wouldn't give one printer for all the dog
gerytpe men in the world.
',Can you tell me where Mr.. Smith lives,
Mister 7" Observation-Disclosures Smith
There are n good many of that name in