The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-08-07

sShang.'' Chandler on the Con ventiOn.
The following from the pen of "Shang-
hal Chandler" in the Augusta Herald,
will interest everybody, we are sure:
Yes, we went NIT those" Have a
good time ?" does the reader ask7 Oh,
yes; We s'pose SO. For we excurted,
and visited, and laughed some with good
old fellow sinners of long-gone days, and
much Of the time felt more like funeral
"a very blasted leaf. withered wisp,
or last year bird nest. than like use
full, fructifying editor of To-Day.
Though often greeted with: 'How
young you look - yet we never more
keenly felt and realized how old we are
Seventeenth annual Convention of the
Wisconsin Editorial Association" AS
we looked over the faces of some $50 Of
those savons and sap heads. fippant boy
ish and doltish curmudgeons who had
been misguided from their native bog,
and now essay to teach mankind saw
modest merit sitting alongside brazen
egotism; listened to congratulations of
squirtish dandibrats with sleek hair and
subordinate position, with ten times
more conceit than salary or understand
ing underwent, without swearing, sage
adjuratioEs Of well meaning, ''tendious
old FOOLS" las Hamlet said of old Polo
MUS j in fine, as we looked abroad over
the motley multitude of men who conduct
the newspaper press of Wisconsin, many
of them SO excellent good, some so ordi-
nary, and a few SO weak, time-serving
and pitifully servile as to merit the con-
tempt of erybody-even their masters,
why, you see, thoughts would come all
unbidden, the which made us feel very
old, and scar, and like rooster of anoth-
er day.
Where are the seventeen editors who
sixteen years ago organized the First of
these gatherings, down at Portage, where
we then lived, full of youthful vigor and
proper ambition and hope,-long ere the
words of the preacher came so often from
the recesses of our heart: Vanity of vani-
ties all is vanity and vexation of spirit |!
Only one here beside ourself who took
the First Annual Excursion Seventeen
of US went from the very heart of the
city of Portage" nearly mile out to
good Mayor McGregor's residence, and
had one OF the happiest and chattiest
visits of any cline or time. Here is Old
Father Mcbride, of Sparta, now 72years
DID, long in harness that army, or ma
Wy, or christian church would retire him
on half or whole pay. and gratefully let
him superannuate,- Mcbride, let
US shake all these others entered this
fold since. and most of them long since
we twain did We are Patriarchs
We felt some like the gentle Irishman
who returned to the hall of his father
and 10 they were desolate and in agony
of his solitude he cried aloud: 80 shade
of my ancestors where art thou ?" when
echo answered Here l artist is that
ye Pathrick O'Flaherty?
Here's craven mourning scroll, where
on are writ the names of several of those
whose hearts then throbbed in unison,
but whose laughing lips now lie mute and
moulder down below. Yes, indeed how
scattered, how scattered are they even
from Switzerland to Kingdom come for
Horace Rublee was there. and so too was
good, genial 10 Doty, whose head lies
pillowed low in the Land of Sun and
Flowers
How Matt Carpenter fattered the po,o-
er OF us all by relating what mighty
things have been, are now, and to the
end of time will be wrought by the efforts
Of united press! How right royalty the
La Crosse people entertained us and dec.
grated Opera Hall with a profusion of
the gayest flowers and the loveliest bellies
of the Social Club how merily that two
hundred newspaperish folk, including
several wives and daughters, glide along
up the unruffied bosom of the Father Of
all the day long admiring the
grand scenery, getting sociable with many
old acquaintance, and acquainted with
others whose word we have read slipping
lemonade. laying political pipe and in
dulging in divers other vanities of that
sort are not these pleasant jots in the
make up Of life to store away on the
tablet of memory ?-But what boots it all
to the general reader? Suffice it to say
that long before reaching st. Paul our
enjoyment was satiated. and We sid to
the coy Herald Office per first train,
leaving most of the quill-driyipg fraternity
to pilgrim progress themselves along
around about from st. Paul the apostle
to ST. Croix the inventor of rum, thence
to Lake Superior's west end, where all
shook hands and said How du you
Du, -Luth ?'' and then sailed to Ashland,
and Bayfield,. and Potatofeld; and
half dozen of EN- conspicuously tail and
gaunt among whom was Charley Warren.
blo,red er out by going clear out to Bis
marck $50 miles across Minnesota aud
Dakota, to the Missouri River.
Who'll II 20 to Editorial Conventions,
sixteen years to come? How longer that
craven scroll of names of dead members
viii then be! And, perchance, some of
the sleek, snake rooted policy-squirts of
our band whom we now despise for their
hypocrisy and nobodyness will spy our
name 10 the list of illustrious defunct,
and utter a: III m-mm erratic cussl
the wonder is that he was allowed to
live so long !" Meaning us