North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1867-12-18
Editorial Trtp.

Editorial Trip.
| Our readers will recall the late Editorial
Excursion to the Rockies, ria the Pacific
Railway. One of the "mischiefs" Of the
press-gang, thus burlesques the expedi-
ton. Believing few sound laughs are
better for digestion and human happiness,
generally, than a hundred sentimental sto-
ries and ten congressional speeches to boot,
we reprint from Editor QulLp. lie writes
to the st. Louis Sunday Home Journal:
OFFICE OF 1.-THE BucvIlLE SOURI,"
| BUGvILE, Musquito Co., Nov. 25, 1861
] would here remark to the readers of
the HONE JOURNAL, that l, jeremiah
Quilp, an chief quill-driver, editor and
sole proprietor of the above-named paper.
And as an editor demand certain share
ers who have located west of the "Father
of Waters" My fame, as an ink-slinger,
and quill-drivcr is
"Known from earth's remot est bound
| To oceans lonliest shore"
do not mean to "blow'' any,; no, not
at all editors are not Of that class who
'.plow'' for livelihood. We hope for the
sake Of the quill-driving fraternity, that
ing rs resorting to a life of eternal 'blow
ing to keep the wolf from our door. Well,
what l propose to talk about is the late
Editorial Excursion to the Rocky Noun
tains,' and as there are few who know me
privately, l will here announce that We
were one of that class Of men who went
and ''excursed'' to the Rockies. We were
one who travelled over continuous line Of
hundreds of miles of railway at the ex-
pense Of the U. p. X. X. Company. We
visited Omaha, and heard the famous Geo.
Francis Train spout about his oun spirit
of enterprise (of course, as he is not an
editor, he has an indisputable right to
spout. We took rooms in the Republican
office-beg pardon, mean Trains $780,
600 hotel. We had everything that an
editors heart could wish for, except peace,
and that priceless boon could not be pur-
chased at any price. What with the cor
rupt political condition of Uncle Sans
broad domain, we must continue to fight
until the knotty questions OF reconstruc-
ton is settled to suit the two great politi-
cal bodies which agitate the political world.
We may cry peace, but there is no peace,
for the first lurid glare of war has already
shot atllwart the horoscope OF the nation
| l use the word horoscope because it sounds
bully; it may not be in its proper place,
but it sounds welD. do not mean huge
big war, but simply an editorial war. l
have fought three bloody duels, since l re-
turned, and am expecting challenge eve
ry moment from an ink-slinger who is an
tagonistic in his views to the 'Bugville
Squib.' Let him come. am no less saw
age at present than big Mouth, or "Spot-
ted TAIL Cold and callous must be my
heart if would not shed it's blood in de-
fense Of my "Bugville Squib.'
A banquet of the highest order was Civ
en- in honor of the arrival of the ''fraterni-
ty." We had speeches, interspersed with
glorious, soul-stirring music. Then, and
not till ther, did we know what it was to
be an editor. Toasts were given, and
speakers were called out to respond to
them, in style which reflected great cred
it upon the toast ' The Press-second
only to woman in the dissemination of
news," responded to by Major Edwards,
of Carlinville, in the State Of Macoupin.'
sour Countrys Flag" responded to by
the correspondent of my paper, Charlie
He did it well, but could not keep off the
Sunday School question. "Woman's Pat
riotism-a never-dying fame" responded
to by the editor of the "Bugville Squib."
And we answer you, without any preeen-
sion toward flattering ourself, that it was
done up gorgeously; yes, gloriously =.
Not being of the "Demberance' persua
sion, we imbibed freely enough to face the
storms of applause which greeted ourself
on our arrival at the g 'front.'" without la
boring under embarrassment. This frail
quill and long fist are inadequate to des-
cribe our feelings as we stood in the pres
ence Of that immensely intelligent audi
ence. Our thoughts were sublime. We
felt like writing poetry that would cause
the fame of Longfellow, Tcnnyson, or any
other poet-laurette, to grow pale. We took
advantage of the hours that were occupied
with continuous storms Of deafening ap-
plause, and anon steamed up as the occa
sion required. At last there was lull in
the storm, and death-like calm peryadei
the spacious hall. By this time we began
to show symptoms Of backing out. But
the portly form of my friend Major Ed
wards was close in my rear, and presented
ten-inch parrot, loaded to the muzzle, at
me, which we took as evidence that, in
case we failed, he would fire. Having
fought four years in the late civil war, we
had learned to dread the deadly parrot,
and, on the occasion above mentioned, we
must say, the terror of other days was re-
vived. And there was no alternative left
us but to cough, ahem, choke up, clean
imaginary frogs from our throttle-yalve,'
and to proceed to respond to the toast. 1t
being our first effort before the American
nA al fhn oA wit nf
the western world. We here, reluctantly,
perspire. In fact, we discovered, to our
amazement, that immense beads OF perspi- |
ration, as large as peanuts, stood out in
bold relief upon our marble front. AT this
point some one discovered our heated con-
dtion, and proposed three cheers for
"Quilp." They were given with will,
the spacious hall resounded with deafen-
ing applause, white handkerchiefs lutter. |
ed, female voices were heard above the
roar and din Of tie base (r) voices of the
opposite sex. We began:
The Ladies, God bless them (cheers
Their fame is never dying patriotism,
|cheers, intermingled with Obs always
for war, never for peace, and always in the
hearts Of the men, renewed and continu-
Gus applause their courage is equal to
any emergency. And here we broke down,
and went off into a deathly swoon lin u !,
horny. We do not know how long the
swoon lasted, but when We showed
signs Of returning life we discovered that
the deadly parrot was in close proximity
to our nasal organ. And the sturdy Ma
jor thrust the muzzle in our mouth as
though he were veterinary surgeon
d,enching "hoss." The contents of the
parrot had downward tendency, and We
soon revived to degree of "muchness,"
not enough however To finish I'M the