The Lincoln County herald., 1871-10-12
A Scene IN an Editors Sanetun

A Scene In an Editors Sanetun
The Philadelphia Dispatch condescends
to perpstrate the following;
A week or two ago one OF our re-
porters had occasion 10 refer to a certain
woman, whom we will call Hannah Smith,
ss o denizen Of the Eleventh ward. A
day or two afterward huge man entered
the Office with his brow clothed with
anger. In hts hand lie carried a fearful
club, and at his s,do trotted q bull dog
whom hunger evidently had made des.
perste, With that quick appreciation Of
the situation which is c-editable TO the
superior intelligence Of educated men,
the editor Of this paper and the proprie-
tors darted to the window, climbed out.
side. slid down the lightning rod, and
went across the street TO watch tho
bloody fray through q spy glass. With
the fearlessness of conscious Innocence,
We sat still, merely inserting our legs 10
two sections Of stovepipe, TO guard
against misnpprehension Of fact on the
purt Of tho butt dog. The man With the
club approached.
"Arc you the editor ?" he asked, spit.
ting on his hand and grasping his club.
We told him that the editor was out |;
that he had gone to tho North Pole with
Capt. Hall. and that he would not return
| tefore 1875, in time for the centennial
celebration. ..
care you tho proprietor ?" asked tho
man.
We explained to him that wo wero
not, that the proprietors were also out !;
that they had gone to South Americs for
the purpose of investigating the curative
ropertics Of cunCurango, and they ex-
peeled to remain there for several years
"Well, whoever you are" exclaimed
the warrior, my name is Smith T.
We told him we were glad because,
If there was one thing better than the
possession Of the name Of Smith, it was
tho privilege Of knowing q man of that
name But, Smith," we said, "Why
this battle array? 1t is absurd for a
man to put on tho panoply Of war, and
frisk into editors sanctums fumbling q
club and accompanied by dishcarten,ng
bull dog, simply because his name hap
pens to be Smith
He said he called in to burst the head
Of the man who had insulted his sister.
at is impossible, Smith, that such q
thing could have been done by any one
in this Office"
is, but it wns though; and her name
% tsh
Hammer Smith"
May We bs permitted to inquire, Mr..
Smith, what was the precise character Of
the affront to Hannah ?"
"Well, you see," said Smith, "the
backyard said she was denizen. And
I want you to understand" exclaimed
smith. becoming excited. and brandish-
ing his club in wild manner over our
head, while the bull dog advanced and
commenced to sniff up and down our
stove pipe; N want you to understand
that she is decent young woman, with o
good character, and none of your dsni.
Gems and such truck. The man who says
she is o denizcn is . blackguard and .
thief, and Ill smash him over the nose If
get chance. They may say what
they please about me, but tho man who
abuses my sistar has got to suffer-" Aud
Smith struck the table in violent man
nsr with his club, while the bull dog put
hiS forelegs on the back Of our char.
We pacifed Smith with . dictionary.
We pointed out 10 that raging warrior that
tho Websterisn definition Of the word
"deuizen" gives such person an uuof
Tending character, and deprlves the term
Of everything like reproacA. Smith SAID
10 was satisfied. and be shook hands and
kicked the bull dog down stairs. The
editor and proprietors seeing that all was
safe, imusdiately climbed the lightning
rod and soon appeared at tho window,
where they were introduced TO Smith,
with the remark that they had returned
from the North Pole and the cline Of
the cundurango, somewhat unex xpectedly,
in order to surprise their relations.
And now we suppose Smith will be
mad because We have told this story
about him. aud lie will'be comiag down
to interview US again In wars magnificent
stern array with fresh bull dog. But
It will be in vain. We havs rented an
of6co in the top Of the shot tower, and
have planted torpedoes and spring guns
oil the way up the stairs. We warn this
incsndary Smith to beware. so
.....
Another conversatiou from West
Points piasxa-ths Parry House, this
time. Morning, everybody on the
piazza sboddyish lady talking to her
little girl, evidently for effoot--"Areu't
you glad we'rc going home to morrow,
Manic, whore you've got a nice large
garden to play 10, and whore there's such
apretty hot house and such nice flowers ?"
Child innocsntly replies, "Whsre ?"
Mother, nowise discouraged, proceeds