The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-04-10
salmagundi.
Ressrs Editors

Messrs Editors:
Once upon time was with a crowd
of chaps, aud in the course of CONVEX
sation, used this word, whereupon a
laBk, lean specimen Of the non reading
persuation, sung out: I" Sal McGrundy /
where does she live? is she married p
explained as well as could, but | be-
lieve the erudition, and rhetoric, were
both lost. He was a cousin of the fell
low that went into an iron foundry one
dag and seeing large jar, asked What
have you got in that ar jar p "Salam>
moniac," replyed one of the workmen.
What in the ID have you got her in
thar for p They bad nothing to do with
books or newspapers; to them the print
er was useless member of society, and
his occupation mere waste of time
Speaking of printers, makes me shudder
even now, for one of them, when 1 was
boy of the small frying size, scared me
just about half to death. 1t happend
thuswise:
My mother sent me over to the little
village to get something that she wanted
about blue dye. 1t happened to be the
day on which was issued the "MAN OF
BUSINESS" (the title of the town paper. }
As soon as reached the town, I pulled
straight for the printing Office, for 1 had
heard sight about the printer and his
types, and ais devil, &c, and | wanted
to see 'em. 1t was hot day in June,
and was dressed, or rather clothed in
my best for the time of year, i. e. a pair
of copperas breeches, minus inches at
the ANGLES, plus inches round the waist,
a homespun shirt, pair of "gallowses,"
a jacket With white back, and a hat
that had been lost, and found many a
time. On arriving at the Office l went
right in; and a wonderful sight met my
gaze just before me stood a curious
machine, and close by it man and
boy, with their sleeves rolled up, and
pile Of white paper near by. The man
would catch hold of bi handle, and
give strong pull at it. then he'd turn
a little crank, make another surge, then
throw back couple of window sash, and
take out the paper done printed. Then
he'd take another sheet of paper and fix
it in the frame and while he was doing
this The boy was pounding on somee
thing that looked mighty black At
length l moved up, much nearer the
scene of Operations, and the man gave
one of his surges, and by some means
knocked me sprawling on the floor. In
falling | caught at something and pulled
it over, and sent about a million little
pieces of iron or something else, all over
the floor The boy said, There, by
jings, he's knocked that into pi." l
know better" said |, There amt no
pie here" The man seized me, and
roared out, " You little devil, l intend
to print you, and started to put me in
the machine, but l kicked worse than a
young mule, and moved some of his tricks
out of place, when he saw this, he drop.
ped me, and said some words that ma
never allowed me to say. He and the
boy soon fixed them right, and then he
caught me, and said, intend to make
an advertisement out of you, you little
cuss." They took off my jacket, and put
it in the press, and directly they took
it out, and put it on me, and told me to
get out of there. hurried along the
street of that village, with NAN OF BUsIr
NESS, printed in big letters on my back.
But, you'd better reckon | paid that boy
for his part in the business, before
Christmas
The answer to the egg question of the
Holly Springs Reporter" is this: The
eggs were sold at 80 cents per dozen, or
cts per egg. And each boy paid his
mother $l,37 cents. II any Of your
boys about town don't believe this is the
correct answer, let them pitch into it.
LOSH