The daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1873-1877, 1875-01-09
Seeing the Responsible Editor.
From tbe New Orleons p;coyrrc

From the New Orleans Picayunc
That very clever story, The Tryanteler
OF Calylras, just now going the rounds,
recalls an incident which took place in the
New Orleans Picoyune office uany years
ago, when George Washington Reeder
presided over the police columns. Reeder
was very small, not over 4 feet inches in
height, singularly youthful in appearance,
and given to pompous, overwhelming
elaborate politeness, which, in connection
with his diminutive stature and magni6
cent costume, generally reminded one of a
benevolent but highly diplomatic tomtit--
Apart from his journalistic pursuits,
Keeder had quite name in the theatrical
line, being dllet'ante comedian of cOnsid-
cradle merit Everybody liked him, laugh
ed kindly at his little peculiarties, and re
spected the brave and chivalrous spirit
which they had found to be among his
characteristics
10 see Reeder in the editorial room re-
celvng an irate party, and particularly one
OF the rougher species, was privilege to
be eternally grateful for His microscopic
size, his gorgeous toilet, his protuse cour-
tesy, and his grandiioquent address were
simply amusing. Callers with well defin-
ed injuries, but limited intellect, went
away in the firm conviction that Reeder
thought them the purest, Hottest, and most
prosecuted of morals. Entering the Plea
y'ne office with the rooted purpose OF
managing and bruising the chroniclers Of
their complications, they would retire be-
hevlng that Reeder was too angelic for this
world, and that his references to them were
only made after a bitter struggle with re-
morseless duty and ut the expense of q
bleeding heart.
He was perfectly ready to fight, however,
whenever the case demanded it; and there
by hangs tale.
One day an enormous, rough. teroclous
looking man entered the office and inquir-
ed for the editor. Much to his sorrow,
Reeder had to say that the editor was alb
sent.
I'm sorry O. that, said the big man,
sitting down, and depositing large, NANCY
carpet-bag near his chair. Il stopped
over one day just to see him. I'm from
Texas, you know, and | saw something
about Texas in this mornings P;cdyune
that sorter rifles me. was going home,
but L thought I'd like to see that editor be-
fore went, so rs | could tell the boys
what passed. want to see him alone for
about two minutes-that's ALL" And here
the visitors voice grew plaintive and his
fingers played with the hilt of Colt army
revolver which hung in full view from his
belt
lregret extremely, sir, that the editor
happens to be out just now, l feel sure,
from the Impression you make on me, that
he would esteem it a privilege to meet
you, He would like you to take back to
Texas his assurances of friendship and ad.
miration. Couldn't you, my dear sir,
couldn't you call little iater?''
We'll, guess will come again. long as
I'm here till tomorrow anyhow. You see,
it would make things easier like if was to
meet that editor"
About 6 in the afternoon he returned.
Nobody but Reeder happend to be in.
so sorry, my dear sir, but the editor
has not yet appeared. Pray be seated.sir,
and permit me to enjoy the accident which
has made US acquainted. !"
Now, / think this rather hard case, y