Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1867-03-22
JIMTOwN INK SLlNGER.
yoR PRINTING DONE HERE.

and Of the room is q hand poWel-pteSs'
mon which the outside Of the Ink sanger
is being struck off. In one corner 10
the editorial table, strewn with eA-
changes, backed by a case OF pigeon
holes, surmounted by a dust-oegrimea
bust of old Dan Webster.
"But where are the editors me-
thinks YOU ask. Do you see that man
with his sleeves rolled up, working the
press? HE coat and vest are of, n
YOU can see that his pants are held up
by one suspender-susPeuded by but a
single thread, as it were. Occasionally
he shoves the hair back from his sweaty,
vet massive brow, leaving ink marks
upon his forehead, and then he jaws the
bow who assists him-gives the devil
his due as it were. That, sir, is Punk
ms, the proprietor and senior. editor of
the Ink Singer. There he is, in that
sublime Inconsistencies Of greatness
which ever marks the truly great. You
wouldn't believe that that brswny and
iuky hand which works the crank so
vigorously, has penned editorials that
have carried CONSERVATION into the
Tuileries and shook the British throne
to its very foundation! Well, you don't
have to.
When he asks his foreman for a 'chaw
.terbaccer," and pauses respectively
while he bites off q liberal amount of
plug you canuo imagine what
mighty thought is taking form in his
brain, or how it will startle the very
confines of the earth in the columns of
next weeks Ink Singer. OF course you
can't.
How now? All here comes the junior
editor, Chubb, and takes a seat at the
table. He has been out to collect q bill
Of a Snowman for twenty-five half-sheet
posters on yellow paper, and finding
that the Snowman had slipped away in
the night, he is naturally a little rufied.
His hat, which is II little too large for
him, is a little rufhed too. Hesswears
and chews tobacco, and hasa way of
ejecting tobacco juice from between his
teeth. You wouldn't take that
man 10 be one of the most promising
young stars in the newspaporial frma-
Looking at him casually, and observ-
ing that his paper collar has been turn
ed, you wouldn't say, that is the nan
who, in the course Of the next fifty or
sixty years, is destined to be the moving
spirit of the Ink Singer, as he is now
one of its principal lights as well as a
tolerable Hrer. No, you wouldn't say
But time will tell. He is very
young, not oyer ffty-siI or seven, yet
he has been a prodigious% traveller, walk
ing from Buffalo to Albany many a time
when he drove on the canal. After
saving a little wood for the office stove,
he will set up a puff for a saloon across
the way, and then go over and work 1t
out. N this line Of huuor he is with
a rival in America.
That sedate-looking man working at
the lease" by the window, edits the re-
ligious department. He does it even
ings. He stands high in the church
up in the gallery. He keeps a volume
of the Pilgrims Progress" on his case
which he pours over. The stains on it
were caused by some printer boys pour.
ing over it-they poured a pitcher OF
beer all over it.
That lad working by his side goes out
occasionally to pick up items OF local
interest for the paper. He has remark
able talent for picking up things. One
night he came in with two pairs of
fowls and a can Of oysters that he had
picked up.
Besides these principal editors Of the
Ink Singer, there wa a number Of o
casional writers" who drop in. Here is
Blobbs, the paper-mill man, who has
written occasionally for several years
past TO have an old paper bill settled,
and has CONF to see about it. There IS
an odor of steamed straw and old rags
about him. It is worth something to
see the manner in which the mighty
Pluukins puts him of.
Plunkins says he looks for his "war
correspondent" every minute, and
shows US q note, in which q correspond
ent informs him that he is coming to
s'clean out" the office. He means war,
evidently. The door opens suddenly
and he comes in-an excited man, with
A red face and q red cowhide. Fight
ing editor, who has been practising Wig
orously with DUN bells since our en-
trance, lights on him, and out he goes
upon the landing. The face of the Sc
uior editor shines with a serene and
heavenly light as the body Of the "war
correspondent" is heard to bound rap
idly down two pairs Of stairs.
The correspondent who is constantly
writing to the Ink Singer communica-
tiors, complaining of some terrible out
rage upon the public, such as neglect
ing to place q milestone in Squawbush
township, when it is notorious that
there are two in the township immedi-
ately adjoining, and who signs himself
Justice" drops in. He wears iron
how'd spectacles and iron-grsy hair;
his clothes don't fit him very well, and
there is a perpetual scowl upon his face
and growl in his voice. He is a pleas
ant man TO have around.
Then there is Constant Reader"
who is continually dropping in 10 read
the exchanges, always getting very
much in the way; and GA Subscriber
for Thirty Years Standing" who has a
subscription account standing for TWEEN
ty-fve years at least.
The above are among the most nota-
BILE parsonage to be met with in the
sanctum of the Jimtown Ink Singer. ,
LryE.-A modern philosopher has ap-