The Daily clarion., 1876-11-04
Ew sANCTUM $50 UNCER
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Friends and IB0res. iy rt

Burlington iiswkeye. e- ~ Afi aA a
The Hswkeye has just got into its new
editorial room, and il is proud "a say tha,
1t has the finest, most comfortable, com
plete, and convenient editorial rooms in
America. They are finished OIL with a
little invention which will be of untold
value TO the profession of Journalism
when it is generally adopted, and We
know that IT will rapidly come into uni.
yersal use as soon as is merits are under
stood and appreciated We believe it i.
fully equal ia all that the term implies
10 the famous Bogardess Kicker, less
liable to get out OF order, and less easily
detected by casual visitors. tits known
as "MiddleIib's Automatic Welcome
The sanctum is on the same floor us the
news room, being separated from il by a
partition, in which is cut large window,
easily opened by an automatic arrange.
meut The editors table Is placed in
front Of that window and near the head
Of the stairs, and on the side of the table
next the window, directly opposite the
editor, the visitors chair is placed. Ii
has an inviting look about it, and its OH
tire appearance is guleless and common
place. But the strip of floor on which
their chair rests is u deception and n
fraud. oltis an endless chainy like thr
floor OF u horse power, and is operated at
will by the editor, who has merely TO
touch spring in the floor to set III in
motion. Its operation can best be under
stood by personal inspection .4a1l Qs
Yesterday morning about 10 O'Clock
Mr.. Bostwio0 came in with funny story
TO tell. lie naturally Topped dossa,ihsa
the chair that had the strongest appear
ance OF belonging 10 some ono else and
began in his usual happy vein: @ I've got
the richest thing--oh ha, ha, ha!.-~the
best thing oh, by George, j can't---oh
ha, ha, hal Oil by George, the richest
thing Oh hits too loud Yon must
never tollwhere you got--oh, by George!
can't do It'll las too good You know
----oh ha, ha, ha, oh, he, he, hel You
know the--oh, by George, oa.--.
Here the editor touched the spring, A
nail grab under the bottom of the chair
reached swiftly up and caught Mr.. Bost-
wick by the cushion of his pants, the win.
dow flew up, and tho noiseless belt Of floor
gliding on its course bore the astonished
Mr.. Bostwck through the window out
into the news room, half way down to the
eases where he was received with great
applause by the delighted composltors-
The window had slammed down as soon
as he passed through, and when the edi.
torial foot was Withdrawn from the spring
and the chair stopped and the nail grab
resumed its accustomed place, young Mr..
Bostwick found himself so kind of out of
the sancluin, like it might be, that he
went slowly and dejectedly down the
stairs, rs it were, while amusement sat
upon his brow, like. r&A-
The next casual visitor was Mr.. j.
Alexis Flaxeter, the critic. He had a
copy Of the Hawkeye in his hand. with
all the typographical errors marked in
red ink, and his face was wreathed in
smiles that it was impossible to tell where
his mouth ended aud his eyes began.
lie took the vacant chair and spread the
paper out before him, covering up tile
editors manuscript "My keen vision
and delicate sense Of accuracy" he said,
"are the greatest crosses Of my life
Things that you never see are mountains
in my sight. Now here, you see, is A.
The spring clicked softly like an echo t
lhe impatient movement of the editor
foot, the nail grab took hold like bul
dog helping a Burlington tro1badou
over the garden fence, the chair sho
back through the window Ikea meteor
and the window came down with a slar
that sounded like wooden giant gettin
off the shortest bit Of profanity known I
man, and all was silent again. MI
Flaxeter sat very close to the frosted win
dow, staring bIankly at the elouded glass
seeing nothing that could offer any ex
planation Of what he would have frml.
believed was land slide, had he no
heard the editor safe in his guarded den
softly whistling, 1--WE shall meet but w
shall miss him" ~. s,.sa esT
Then there was a brief interval of quie
in the sanctum and rustling of raimen
was heard Oh the stairs. A lovely wc
man entered and stood unawed III tn
editorial presence. The T. 7: onffs part
| was rather nervous and uncomfortable
1.-THE lovely woman seated herself in th
| fatal chair. She slapped her little griE
sack on the table and opened her iittl