The Osceola times., 1877-07-07
"FwHERE'S THE EDITOR"
How n Female Pioneer Corrected n San
FraueiscO Libel.

How a Female Pioneer Corrected n sns
Francisco Libel.
The solitary reporter at work in Tho
Mail Office yesterday morning sprang t
his feet as if reversed pile-driver haC
struck him, for the inquiry was a scream
She stood in the door, and by eye. meas
urement weighed two hundred and fifty
pounds Her face was red with rage
her fists were dug into her sides, and she
was a terrifying figure to behold.
care ye the iditor?"
| Good God, madam, no!
ITS well fur ye yer not" cried the
woman, A." fur begob if ye was I'D have
me mark or that fwhite face av yez
Dye see meY Dye see me?"
Certainly, madam, yes, OF course
Good Lord !"
".Lal- -. me min, bad scran til We
Does Oi lux like it? Wud Oi let him
do it? Wud OiY"
"No, certainly not"
An me in Californy since fifty-two
me that KEN round the Horn in the
Bloody Buccaneer be the same token.
Wud Oi let him do it? Wud Oh,
Yah"
"Bless my soul Be calm, madam.
The editor will be in soon. He
Yah Let me git me claws on him
an Mil rip the dirty face av him so Oi
will DO Oi lux like il? Do Oi?
You do not, madam" hastily ad.
mitted the reporter, clutching the back
Of his chair as the fearful woman threw
her red and black shawl on table and
began marching up and down.
Me that KEN round the Horn in 4 fly.
two me that's married these thirty year
come August me that's raised family
av noine, wild foive in Lone Mountain /;
two byes and three gurls-the first in
filty-three wild mayzles; that was limo.
thy Cargo, as foine a child as liver walk
ed. Then in fifty-six, Mary Ann broke
down wild whoopin' cough, an in two
days was in her grave. Not MORN two
wakes after John Pathrick was TUX wild
the fsyver, an was laid besoide her. Oh,
wurrs, an to think that dirty paper
wud ray it Fwhere is he, the name
divil? Fwhere is he? Me, the mother
av thirteen an dacent married woman,
doin' me own work, an OWN divil a
cint, an wild me own house an lot
bought an paid fur at the Mission.
Whoo, hoo-oo co."
Now the reporter breathed again. His
manhood asserted itself in the presence
of feminine tears.
Hem Would you be so good, mad.
am, as to tell me what the paper did say
TO offend you?"
"Fwhat did it say, is it Oh, the face
av ye! Dye name to say that We
haven't sane il, an the whole town
moulding up its finger at the Finnegans! !!
LUX at that LUX at that and, with
a howl, she flung down this scrap;
Michael Finnegan broke glass over a
barkeeper's head on Mission street last
night, because credit for drink was refused
him. lie was taken in and charged with as.
sault.
"Well?" mildly suggested the report.
er.
"Well, is it? Oh, We smooth, de-
cayteiul young divil, take that And
that! Whuroo!"
Wild broken shrieks for help issued
out of the Mails editorial rooms, and
then all was still. Mrs. Finnegan NAV
rest assured that he will never receive
another days work from this journal.
All journals are liable to be imposed
upon, and it is a matter of deep regret
with the editor that a careless and un-
trustworthy reporter should have wound
ed the feelings of any lady. When the
editor returns from the voyage to China,
upon which he will start over land this
morning, he will do himself the honor to
shake Mr.. FinDegan by the hand.