The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-05-19
EDITORS AT LARGE.


THE INDIANA ExcpRsIoNIsTs-How THEY EAT
+. AND WHAT THEY DRINK-THE SIZE OF INDI-
ANA-vAGARIEs AND INCIDENTS.
The Cincinnati Enquirer has a CORE
spondent among the Indiana editors, who are
story of the trip to Washington: started
out to say something about the rambling
intellect of Indiana, who are now crusading
the railroads and hotels OF the East. They
number about two hundred. It's the same
crowd that smiled in and on Cincinnati on
Thursday. They left the Queen City and
passed through the savory odors of Mill
creek at $3.50 Thursday evening, on the b. d
o. on a special train of four cars. When
got down 10 the depot found them waiting
for me. Every last one of them had on
linen buster, and it looked as though "the
sheeted dead" were gibbering in the depot,
and about to take train for that mys-
terious realm where all editors are
cremated, and from whence none ever
return. The party consists of the editors of
all the leading papers in Indiana, many OF
them being accompanied by their wives,
daughters and sweethearts; and one fellow
that couldn't get his sweetheart to 60 along
appearing, well-behaved a set of editors as i
ever saw together, with one exception. /
saw Macklyo of the Jackson Standard and
Fletch Armstrong of the Chillicothe Regis
ter, together once at strawberry festival in
At&Dhs. Since i have bean with thsm
have:iiot seen ssihgle mah touch ldrop-of
water-or anything that comes out OF fstbot-
tie. However, as Paul the apostle jBays,
''sometimes see through glass darkly,"
and perhaps didn'tsee everything. Nothing
happened during the night. except Slader.
Slader is one of thu editors. He is the
joval editor of the Franklin Herald. He
stood up in every vacant seat he
came to and tried to make speech, and it
| rather disturbed the engineer and locomo-
tive, and took his mind from his work.
expect we will have trouble with Slader yet.
Talk is his weakness. If he goes off too
often will just Baberize him; that is L Will
| hold a convention by myself, appoint Sc
| lect committee of three to investigate him,
| and adopt a resolution of censure. Censure
operates or an editor something like tin
can on dog. In the morning while pass
/ ing over the river at Grafton, West Virginia,
one fellow walked up, looked out, and said
Jerusalem! Just.
CRosslN THE WABASH!
Amt we never going to get out OF Indiana?''
To some of the Hoosier editors Permit me.
asked Hoosier editor?l the state of Indiana
is big piece of India-rubber that stretches
from no place to everywhere, and is bound.
ed on the east by Senator Norton, in Wash
lington city, and the other boundaries reach
out indefinitely. When the parties got into
Grafton they made a descent on the hotel
for breakfast, and they broke their fast SO
fast that the landlord stood fast in amaze.
ment. He told me confidentially that in Is
minutes they only demolished ~ hams
mind this is what say the landlord told
ne-22 dozen eggs, 6OO hot rolls, 700 cups OF
coffee; and one fellow came out of the din
ing. room picking whole meals out of his
teeth, and wanted to know how long II
would be before they could get dinner! The
ride over the mountains and through the
beautiful valleys was a delightful one, and
was enjoyed by everybody. The buds are
bursting on the trees and the woods are
sweet to sight and sense as boquet. The
deep green of the pines, the white blossoms
of the dogwood, the red buds of the irontret
and the fresh green of the springs new YER
due, where everywhere on the high noun.
tain hung with its delicate curtain of blue
mist in the deep valley, where you caught
an occasional glimpse of brook
sparkling in the sunshine among
grand old rocks, like string o.
pearls. Whenever the train would stop the
editors would make rush for the laurels in
: the wood or the minerals in the rock. Some
pockets looked like a cabinet or an oar car
and when the noble editor, with truly rural
taste, got his laurels pinned, not on his
brow, but on his coat, he reminded me OF
a mule team in fly -time. / mean no offense
to the mule. How that sweet man of peace
and piety, Deacon X. Smith, would have en-
loved this The party struck Washington
and the willard hotel about supper time,
hungry and looking like coal beavers, ii
they don't feed them better than they did
here the poor editors will be chasing the but
! terflies and grasshoppers along their path
for food to satisfy their cravings. We have
had fish, fish every place we have eaten to-
day. LANDLORDS must think that editors are
all brains Tonight the editors have all
gone TO bed-to- morrow they are going
~Io 1-I.o II Nf har,
Won't it be COAX to sea 200 editors weep
ing at the tomb Of the man who could not
| tell lie?
| Henry Watterson writes to the Louisville
Courier-Journal: It is now believed in
Washington, soberly and by the coolest
headed men, that Grant means third term
and that he does not reckon without his hos..
/ confess that think he has even more than
that in his minds eve. When look back
| into the origin, course and tenor of his adj
ministration, how he played with parties be-
fore be became president and how he has
played with the politicians since; then, be.
wildered and awe-struck, i gaze. upon
the composition of his cabinet; wheneI con-
slider the cool way he disposed Of Morton
and the cool way he would dispose OF
Washburne; when see his equipage rolling
through the streets In defiant, regal style,
unused to the simplicity of republican
court. and know that his private habits are
equally defiant; and, mindful Of these
things, when / remember that nobody Is
shocked or alarmed, can work out no other
result as the natural, the inevitable purpose
Of his mind and heal than that sert Of per-
sonal government to which Prince Louis
Napoleon addressed himself after his eleva-
ton to the chief magistracy OF the French
} republic, 1888