The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-02-07
interviewing In Chicngo-..Adventures
of a Reporter I'm Search Of InfOrkna-
From the Chicago Times.

From the Chicago Times.
The first man who was hunted up was
Jonathan Young Scammon. Mr.. Scammon
WAS found seated in his office, on Congress
street, engaged in experimenting the erec-
ton of massive building of tWo-story brick
for the Use Of his newspaper organ, the Re
publican.
Mr.. Scammon lay back in his easy chair,
his eyes serenely closed, debating an edito-
rial for the next mornings Republican to q
slender man with florid face, and who
proved to be the well-known financial writer
Joseph Il. c. G. Forrest. Joseph was bathed
in protuse perspiration, and stream Of
curses poured from his lips in an emphatic
undertone-unheard by his superior-like q
subdued base in an organ recital. This last
ed about twenty minutes, and then Joseph
picked up his hat and his Ms. and sailed of,
stopping long enough in the vestibule to
shake his fist at the serene figure in the arm
chair, and to ease himself Of about twenty
seven yards of curses, run off soto Uocc.
The writer waited humbly and patiently
for MIR. Scammon to open his eyes, which he
did Mt the end of about thirty minutes, after
holding low conversation as If with an in
visible visitor with reference to fire."
"earth," and "water."
"Good morning, Mr.. scammon," politely
said the visitor. "What do you know r.
"a good deal, sir" he replied with placid
dignity.
"If you would be so kind, would like to
know some Of it. represent, sir, that great
moral institution the Chicago Times"
Here Mr.. SGammon suddenly seemed to
wake up, wide awake. He glared ferociously
at the visitor for a moment, then rose, with
out a word, and disappeared in the back
A ,1n nT LAT, l..
turned, carrying an old army mlIsket, upon
whose end there was bayonet. Around his
waist he had buckled an enormous cavalry
sabre, and in one hand he had six-quart tin
pail heaped up with ball cartridges. He adj
yanced with immobile face within about six
feet of his visitor, sat down the tin pail,
cooked the musket, brought the butt to his
shoulder, took careful aim at the other, and
then remarked:
"Now, you git :"
without the slightest hesitation whatever
the visitor picked up his hat and got.
Hereupon, "like master, like man." oc.
Cured to the young man, and he at once
started off in search Of
JOSEPH K. c. G. FORREST.
Joseph had not been gone more than thir.
ty-tve minutes, and hence the writer knew
there would be no difficulty in overtakine
him. The interviewer went round the nexl
corner, hunted around for beer sign, saw
one, and went in, and, as he had shrewdly
anticipated, found his man. One waiter was
occupied In taking away the glasses as fast
as Joseph empted them, while another was
kept busy In passing up fresh ones.
"WeIL Joe, what do you know?n
"Know? know everything. I know
that Scammon Is cussed old fraud. know
that Joe Medill won't steal, but he will lie.
know that Grant will be the next Presi.
dent. know that IL / catch old scalnmou
out In an alley some morning about O'Clock
I'm going to cave IN his occiput. know
Here the visitor, who had been scratching
fartonsly away ia his notebook in vain at.
tempt to keep up with the iFate speaker, sud.
denly slammed his book shut, smashed his
hat oyer his head. and rushed despairingly
into the street. The last thing he heard was
a ysil from Joe about q that elissed old fraud