Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-02-17
NUMBER 7.

'hO PoPOi up IO-HlBhb ny scNcO-ltS nVG
already-or I'll have another editor. |
will by George !" and prophesying ruin
l and destruction, Mr.. Thompson returned
to his case, leaving Mr.. Smith in any
thing but good-tcmpered frame of mind.
But god-send was in store for the irri-
tated and despairing editor. The devil
arrived carrying an armful Of papers and
letters, which he grumblingy deposited
on the desk; 4; then ramming his hand
into his pocket, drew forth some paper
neatly rolled and tied with ribbon.
"a gal give me this here rs | was n
comm up street, an tole me to give it to
you. She's sumner, too, you jist bet"
Mr.. Smith smiled when he opened tho
roll. 1t was from his fair one, and treat
, ed of
SUNRIsE.-Whcn, at early, dawn, the
) gray. shadows gather together in the east,
Offering battle to their rising enemy, tho
God of Day, whose scorching glances of
almighty anger they dread, yet gather to
meet, ETC., ETC."
Mr.. Smith east hasty glance around
tho room, and then guiltily pressed tho
scented paper to his lips.
"Oh, gosh ~
1t was the devil.
Bang went the billet against the dex-
trously closed door.
" You hain't got no moro copy, havo
you? Want column and half yet;
hurry up, won't you ?''
Bang!
" Como back, you scoundrcl Here's
enough for half n column :" and Mr..
Smith shook his fist rs he handed him
"Sunrise." The devil took the manu-
script, and, getting all except his head
on the outside of the door, grinncd from
ear to ear. " It's sweet, amt it? He,
he he ?" and he kissed the copy.
Bang !
For an hour Mr.. Smith conned his OK
changes, hoping fervontly for II new pa
per or blunder in an old one. lie got
both. After all being read and clipped,
two were laid aside. The first contained
II derogatory article on that particu lar
part of tho country considered by tho
CLARION MS its special charge. Mr.. Smith
headed pago "San Francisco Blind
ness :" gave an extract from the obnox-
ious article, and, by pitching into the
same, managed to Gil hall the remaining
column. OF the other, Mr.. Smith said
COURIER AND GuAKDIAN.-Vol. |,
| M | nro a Lnn !; l.
fore us. 1t Is an insignificant 7 by nf-
fair, chiefly distinguished for imbccility.
1t claims to represent the interests Of
Quart county which, it says, it will do
IN fearless and impartial mannor.' We
do not doubt it, il the first number bo
the standard, for it is fcarlessly absurd
and impartlally false. Hero is what it
says of Skunk county fan extract which
spoke of Skunk county in uncompIimen-
tary termsl. If the people of Quartz
county have any respect for themselves,
or regard for their State, they will shoot
the editor Of the courier dld GHdrdtdt."
" You hain't got no moro copy, have
you ?"
Bang!
| Mr.. Smith wrote on:
We are indebted to Mr.. james Brady
for n supply Of Eastern and Foreign jour
nails this day received. linn is brick"
Say, hain't you got no moro copy ?
Thompson says to rustic yourself"
Bang
" Come back, you young devil Hero,
take this down to Thompson, and ask him
how much more he wants-Ay |"
Half o. half an hurry up he says.
He, he, he ! sweet, wasn't it ?"
Bang
We beg leave to call the attention OF
our numerous readers TO our complete
and satisfactory refutation Of the SANDER
| Gus utterances Of the contemplate sheet
being published for few weeks, ut tho
village of Squashtown."
Thompson says to hurry up! He,
he, he ~
Bang!
"Our columns will be found this week
to be, as usual, full and complete, and wo
challenge comparison with any hrst-cass
journal on the coast"
"You hain't--"
Bang
"BoRN-To the wife Of Bob. Paydrt,
on the 10th instant, II son. 'Ror for Bob
"Say--"
Bang!
TuANKs-for large, fat, and juicy
roast for our Sunday dinner. As we
throw ourselves on the outside Of it to-
morrow, Wen think gratefully Of Sam.
| Goresm0ar."
Say, haint you got no moro copy ?"
Yes, you young beast, take that, and
be hanged to you. That's the last, too.
Whoop /" and Mr.. Smith danced for joy.
The devil was encouraged by this
levity, and, forgetting his usual caution,
while standing with only one foot on tho
outside, giggled:
"Sweet, wasn't it lie, he, he I"
The long arm of Mr.. Smith seized him,
and for a moment the pent-up wrath of
the day was showered upon the head and
ears Of the devil, who, by the aid Of tho
editorial boot, reached the bottom Of tho
stairs with Unprecedented speed.
",Thompson says he wants--hc, he,
he three more lincs--he, he, he ~
Bang
Come back Wait, you fiend."
"TnE BEST THE CHEAPEST I! only
! Three DOiLarS0 Yedr m SU BSCRIBE
FOR THE CLARION !!!W
"Takc that, and tell him to double
lead t-get ~
"He, he, he |"
Bang
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