Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1868-05-11
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To an experienced newspaper editor,
there arc very few things connected
with the business so sxquisitely anus
ing as the pompous air aud a%uthorita-
tive tone assumed by some angered
subscriber as be comes into the Office
aud orders his paper discontinued. He
Inns read something which be doesn't
happen to like, in the way Of an edito-
rally expressed opinion, political or
otherwise, and takes this telling method
of letting the aforesaid editor man know
and feel that he unmitigatcdly di'ap-
proves OF both him and his paper. 81
want you to jest stop my paper. don't
want It no longer, and what's more you
can jest take my advertisement out OF
the dam dirty sheet" That's about the
style of the indignant grocer, under
those circumstances. He glowers un-
relcntingly upon his victim and feels not
N little disappointed at the methodical
undisturbcd equanimity with which the
editor aforesaid simply makosl a note Of
it on a little scrap of paper, or perhaps
calls to his book-keeper and foreman
/" Scratch jenkins off the sub. list
Take out Jenkiuses adj and then goes
cody on with his writing, as though
nothing had happened. II is simply a
ridiculous farce, in which this thin
skinned, vsspish subscriber plays tho
part Of the fool. He only makes n bur-
lesque Of himself, something after the
style of our little dog Kyzer rushing
~furiously out at some big mastif in the
street, and coming back evidently won
dering why that big dog didn't faint
away, show fight, or run:
Stop my paper What a world of
crushing import he cudeavors to crowd
into those few terrible words. He feels
that he hns uttered an annihilator.
This snid, bis kinrly brow the afro inclined;
| The largo black curls fell awful from behind,
| Thick shadow Ing the stern forehead Of the God;
Olympus trembled ut the almighty nod"
He looks to SEQ that editor man shrink
beneath tho dread infliction /; 60 down
in his boots, as it were, but he don't.
The editor has seen lots Of just such
folks before. He simply says to him
self, sail right, Brigadier General, II
you can stand it, We can. Bite your
own nose of If you want to, You don't
hurt us Guy don't miss you at ALI
couldn't, if We wanted to. You only
count one among II big list. Your little
two.bit patronage, and forty more just
like you, wouldn't half keep us in whis-
Ky money. We're running this iustitu-
ton o%urself, and allow you to run yours.
If you see ft to take your sign in, do It
by nil means. If you should happen to
die sometime, the world won't stop
rolling around asusual. Stop your pa
pcr by all means, if you can make it
pay. 'Sposc you know your W bust
ness best (; ifnot, you'd bettcr soil out to
somebody that does"
Here is what an ancient editor once
snid to q new aspirant to the pen, scis-
sors and paste-pot: My young friend,
you are about to become, learn, an
editor of II newspaper. Permit an old
man to give this piece Of advice. lfyou
desire success in that capacity, you
should, in each paper, publish one COL
umu for a sensible man, and two for a
fool" That old man had measured
we'll the public. He had calculated the
capacity Of the lines he had to fill, and
ho knew what each one would hold.
The public have not changed much.
The editor who deliberately tries to
please everybody, undcr tho delusiOn
that he can ever succeed in doing so, is
a bigger fool than any Of his readers.