The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-12-23
Marrying an Editor.


Marrying an Editor.
Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an edi-
tors wife. I will remember the day
when Mr. Snow asked NE to become his
wife l confess liked Mr.. Snow, and
thinking iSwouIl be a very fine thing to
be the wife of an editor. l said yes, as
pretty as 1 knew how, and l became
Mrs. Snow. l have seen ten years of
married life, and find my husband to be
an amiable, good natured man. BE al
ways spends his evenings at home, aud
is in that respect a model man; but be
always brings pile of exchanges, which
is only limited by the length of his arms,
and reads, while 1 patch the knees and
elbows of our pantalOons and coat. AT
ter we have had a Quaker meeting ofan
hours length, 1 break the sllence by
asking:
" Mr.. Snow, did you order that coal
l spoke to you about"
What did you say my dear p he
asks after few moments silence.
"Did you order that coal spoke to
you about ~
Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but 1
forgot all about it. 1t shall come to-
morrow"
Another hours silence, which is re-
Iieyed by the baby's crying, and, rather
likely to hear q noise of some sort, 1
make no effort to quiet him"
"My says Mr., Snow, after he has
cried a minute or so, you had better
give the baby some catnip tea to quiet
him, he troubles me-"
1.-THE baby is still; another hour pass
ed without breath Of noise. Becoming
tired of silence take lamp and retire
for the night, leaving MIR. Snow so engag-
ed with his paper that he does not see
me leave the room. Towards midnight
he comes to bed, and just as he has fall
len to sleep, the bady takes a notion to
cry again. rise as quietly as possible
and try to still him. While / am walk
ing the room with a small Snow in my
arms, our next-a boy of three years
begins to scream at the top of his lungs.
| There is no other course but to call Mr.
Snow, 30 l cal! out.
A" MIR. Snow Mr.. Snowr'
"The third time he starts up aud re-
plies:
What Tim, more copy2"
&C. As though L was Tim, that little imp
running about the Office, 1 reply, rather
tartly
" No, 1 don't want any moro COPY
have had enough of that to last me my
lifetime-I want you to see what Tom
my Is crying about
mir Snow makes a desperate effort
to rouse himself; as Tommy stops TO
take breath, he falls asleep again, Ieav-
ing me to pace the room in as much
vexation as l can comfortably contain.
The next morning at breakfast, when
gave Mr.. Snow an account Of last nights
adventure, he replies:
Indeed, my dear, am very sorry
the children trouble you"
This is always the way. If I COM
plain, it is, indeed my dear, am very
sorry "
" But should the very same thing occur
the subsequent night, directly before his
eyes, very likely ne would not see or
know anything about it, unless it hap
pened to interrupt his train of ideas Then
p be would propose catnip tea but before
/ can get it into the infants stomach, he
will be far away into the realms of
! thought, leaving me not a little vexed at
his stupidity.
= a" Mr. Snow knows the nature Of every
? paper published in England and the
: United States, but he cannot, for the life
5 Of him, tell the names Of his children
ae knows precisely the years Of every
American Journal. bat he does be not
know the age Of his own baby. lie knows
= how every contributor looks, but do
! not believe he can tell whether my eyes
are black or blue.
They say MIR. Snow Is getting rich.
s All know i, he gives me money to cloth
e our boys, and that, too, without \ com
plaint Of poverty. 1 hope tue worlI is
r right in opinion, aud when am satisfied
? it is, shall advise him to resign his ed:-
; torial honors, and spend few months in
! becoming acquainted w ith his wife and
d children The little ones will feel much
= hattered in making the acquaiotauee Of
: 50 literary man