The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-06-14
FLOGGING AN EDITOR.

Some years ago In q populous town,
located in the interior of Mississippi,
the sporting fraternity, when they
could find nothing else to pluck,
Mt times amused themselves by prey
ing on each other. A new importa-
tion of these sporting gentry excited
some alarm among the inhabitants
lest they should be overrun. They
determined, therefore, upon their
expulsion.
A poor country editor, who was
expected, by virtue of his vocation,
to take upon himself all the respon-
sibility from which others might
choose to shrink, was peremptorily
called upon by his patrons-thos 80
who paid him two dollars year for
his paper, and therefore presumed
that they owned him-soul and body
Ito make an effort towards extermi-
mating the enemy. The unfortunate
editor, like most editors, beng gift
ed with about as much money as
brains-skull and purse both empty
said at once that he would indite d
"crusher"-one that would drive the
obnoxious yermin into some hospita-
BILE region. And when his paper ap-
peared, it was q crusher, sure enough.
In the course of his observations he
gave the initials of some of the fra
ternity, whom he advised to leave as
speedily as possible, if they had the
slightest desire to save their bacon.
Tho next morning, while the scribe
was comfortably seated in his Office,
listlessly fumbling over q meager
parcel of exchanges, he heard foot
steps on the stairs, and soon the in
dividual, having accomplished the
ascent, made his appearance. His
first salutation was rather abrupt:
Where's the editor Of this dirty,
lying paper?'
Now, inside from the rudeness of
his opening interrogatory, there
were other considerations that in
duced the editor 10 believe that there
was trouble on foot. The parsonage
who addressed him bore n cow-hide
in his hand, and moreover, seemed
TO be exceedingly enraged. This
was not all; he recognized in him q
distinguished leader of the sporting
fraternity, with whose cognomen he
had taken very irreverent liber;ies.-
1t was without the slightest hesita-
ton, therefore, that he replied 10 the
Introductory query:
~ don't know"
''Do you belong to the concern ?"
"No, indeed; bat I presume the
editor will soon be in"
well. l will wait for him." said
the visitor, and shifting the action to
his word. he composedly took chair,
picked up a paper and commenced
reading.
III meet him I will tell him
there is gentleman who wishes to
see him, said the frightened knight
of the scissors.
AS he reached the foot of the stairs
in his hasty retreat, he was acosted
by another person who made himself
known:
"Can you tell me where can find
the sneaking rascal who has charge
of this villainous sheet?" producing
the last number of Freedonl,s Echo
and the Battle-Are IF Liberty.
"Yes; he is reading up in his Office
now, with his back to the door" re-
piled the editor.
"Thank you" said the stranger, as
he bounced up stairs.
i've got you, have ;" be eiacula-
ted as he made grasp at his brother
in iniquity; and they came crashing
to the floor together.
As the combatants, notwithstand-
ing the similarity of their vocations,
to be unacquainted with
each other. a lively fight ensued.
First one was at the top, and then
the other; blow followed blow, kick
followed kick, oath followed oath,
until bruised, exhausted and bloody,
with faces and features resembling
Leaf Burke, after two hours pugil-
istic encounter, there was, by mutual
col seut, cessation of hostilities.
As the combatants sat on the floor
conte m plating each other, the first
conner found breath to ask:
"Wbo are you? What did you at
tack me for?"
"You ab used me in your paper,
you scoundl'el."
"Me! I'm not the editor; I came
here to fog him myself"
Mutual explanations and apologies
ensued, and the two mistaken gentle
men retired to bind up their wounds.
As the story comes to us, the distin-
yuished individual whose vocation it
was to enlighten the world, by the
lid of that great engine, the public
press, escaped scot free.
THE DUTY OF DEMOCRATS.