The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-07-22


Iyou have read it just as l did, word
for word. But, stranger, when 1 first
Tread it this morning, ! said to my
self, l never, never, believed it be.
fore, Notwithstanding my friends
kept me under watch so strict, but
now l believe l am crazy, and with
! that fetched q howl that you might
have heard two miles, and started
out to kill somebody, because you
know, 1 knew it would come to that
sooner or later, and so l might as
well begin. Tread one Of them para
graphs over again, so as to be GER
tain, and then l burned my house
down and started. I have crippled
several people, and have got one feI-
low up tree, where can get him if
l want him. But 1 thought Iwould
call in here as / passed along, and
make the thing perfectly certain;
and now it is certain, and tell you
it is lucky for the chap that is in the
tree. 1 should have killed him, sure,
as 1 went back. Goodbye, sir, good
bye-you have taken a great load off
my mind. My reason has stood the
strain Of one of your agricultural ar
ticles, and I know that nothing can
ever unseat it now Goodbye, sir"
1 felt a little uncomfortable about
the cripplings and arson this per-
son had been entertaining himself
with, for 1 could not help feeling re-
motely accessory to them; sbut these
thoughts were quickly banished, for
the regular editor walked in II
thought to myself, now if you had
gone to Egypt, as L recommended
you to, might have had a chance
to get my hand in, but you wouldn't
do it, and here you are. 1 sort of
expected you.
The editor was looking sad, and
Iperplexed and detected. Hesurvey-
ed the wreck which that old rieter
and these two young farmers had
made, then said
"This is sad business-a very sad
business. There is the mucilage
bottle broken, and SIX panes of glass,
and a spittoon and two candlesticks.
But that is not the worst. The rep
utation of the paper is injured and
permanently, l fear. True, there
never was such a call for the paper
before, and it never sold such a large
edition or SCARED to such celebrity;
but does one want to be famous foT
lunacy, and prosper upon the infrm-
tiles Of his mind? My friend, as 1
am an honest man, the street out
here is full of people, and others are
roosting on the fences, waiting to
get a glimpse of you, because they
think you are crazy, and well they
might, after reading your editorials
They are a disgrace to journalism.
Why, what put it into your head
that you could edit a paper Of this
nature? You do not seem to know
the first rudiments Of agriculture.
You speak of q furrow and a har-
row as being the same thing; you
talk of the mOulting season for COWS;
and you recommend the domestica-
ton of the pole-cat on account of its
playfulness and its excellence as a
ratter. Your remark that CLANS
will lie quiet if music be played to
them, was superfuous-entirely su
lperfuous. Nothing disturhs clans
| CLANS always lie quiet. CLANS care
nothing whatever about music. All
heavens and earth, friend, if you had
made the acquiring Of ignorance the
study of your life, you could not
have graduated with higher honor
than you did to day. I never saw
lanything like it. Your observance
that the horse chestnut, as an article
of commerce, is steadily gaining in
favor, is simply calculated to de
stroy this journal. want you to
throw up your situation and go. ]
want no more holiday could not
enjoy it if had it. Certainly not
with you in my chair I would al
ways stand in dread of what you
might be going to recommend next
1t makes me lose all patience every
time think of your discussing Oys-
terbeds under the head Of Land
scape Gardening I want you tc
lgo. Nothing on earth could per
suade me to take another holiday,
Oh, why did you not tell me you
didn't know anything about agricul-
| tureY
/ "Tell you, you cornstOek, you cab
bage, you son of a cauliaower. IT.
the first time l ever heard such ar
unfeeling remark. 1 tell you have
been in the editorial business going
on fourteen years, and it is the first
time / ever heard of a mans having
to know anything in order to edit
newspaper. You turnip! WhC
wrote the dramatic critiques for tht
second-rate papers? Why, a parce
of promoted shoemakers and appren
ltice apothecaries, who know just a.
much about good farming and nc
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