Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-05-27
An immense time i'm the samctum

%dltorlal department OF our establishment
posting books, pondering over debts due
us by delinquents, and showering left
handed blessings on the credit system,
our reveries were suddenly broken in up
on by the entrance of subscriber who
has taken the Standard for seven years,
during which time he had paid our ac-
count 0 dollars, ditto cents! 'Halloap
thought We, there's a promise. to pay one
Of these degS.' 4 mistake as the CONVEX
sation proves:
Subscriber-Mr, Printer, | believe |
have taken your paper about-let me see
.-ah, yes, about seven years, and all that
time, too, I have lived off the Portage
Road, how you have lived, [ do not know,
but precious little of my money have you
fingered. However, make me out re-
ceipt now, and here's your mony.
LSubscriber deposits Sl4 on the table
which the editer grasps nervously for fear
the subscribers mind will change, and
fills out receipt Exit subscriber
As might naturally be supposed, the
thermometer of the editors feelings went
up into sunshine IA per cent. Another
rap at the door
Come in
Tall countTyHan enters.
Countryman-WelI, Mr.. Newspaperman
how dye do! Been taken your paper a
dignation while, and its long time since
paid anything. Would mt be without it
no how-as your list Of market prices
saves me fifty dollars year. Really too
bad that | havn't attended to it sooner
How much is it?
Editor (rInning his eye over the ledg-
er)-Oh, here it iS-two and ones three,
and two are fve-ten dollars.
lCountryman deposits half saw-horse
takes his receipt, bids editor an affection
ate good bye, and vamoses.
Another rap! What. not another Gus
toner. As live it is!
Enter, Irish subscriber from the
mountain.
Irishman-Iiow are yees! Bad luck
to meeself, but Its owing this paper for
long time I am, and sure good wan it's
--sorra a bether, barrin, thin from the
ould country. For what am | ende
yees?
editor refers to the book
Editor-Two years and six months
FIVE dollars.
fIrishman deposits yellow coin bear
ing the impression of the American
eagle, pockets the 'raysait' he calls for,
and is Off
Sanctum becomes pleasant, everything
in it wears a-briliant hue--even the rat
tling Of the sleet against the window
panes has charming sound By Jove,
another knock walk in' May l be
shot if it isn't G., another fourteen dollar
debtor. Oh, it can not be possible that
he is going to pay. Yes he is.-by the
beard Of the prophet, he jerketh his calf
skin
G.-Well' old fellow, You have dunned
pe pretty often, but Of course | couldn't
begin to blame you for it. | determined
to put it out of your power to DUN me a.
gain for a while when Captain West made
his payment. Let me see, fourteen dol
lars ! believe you said it was, eh?
Editor rubbing his hands with glee)-
Exactly, which pays up to the 10th of
next April.
.G.-Here's fifteen dollars-just credit
me dollar in advance. exit subscrib-
cry
Editor (solas)-A weight transferred
from your conscience to our pocket.
Editor proceeds to enter credit, and
sings 'Oh thus may it ever be when
the song is cut short by the entrance of a
German patron.
German subscriber-Vell, we gates,
Dir. Brinter, heh? Owe you for ter bapers,
heb, how muchy Can't reat moch, mine
self, but mine children say ter muSht hav
ter baper, and / CESS if tey musht hav
him, ter old man musht bay, heh? Ger
man subscriber, who is something of a
wag, ehuckles and gives the editor dig
ip the ribs.)
Editor-Squire your bill is only five
dollars.
German subscriber-Five tollar tat
ish vor be hind, and FIVE lays yon ahead
vich makes den.
German subscriber pulls out an old
stocking, and counts down out of it TWEEN
ty bright half-dollars. Editors eyes
dilate, he becomes exceedingly nervous,
and shows symptoms of flying off the
handle. Exit patron.
The sky is clouded, but it never looked
bctter-the light was never stronger
The horrors of long winter are forgot
ten, and sunshine reigns in the heart
Even the ACCORDION in the bookstore un-
derneath, which few moments ago made
an execrable noise, is now making passa-
ble music. In the exuberance of his spir