The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1877-07-13
"FWHERE'S THE EDITOR"
How q Female Pioneer Corrected "a San
Francisco Libel.


Francisco Libel.
The solitary reporter at work ia the
Mail Office yesterday morning sprang t.
his ieet as if a 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 terrifying figure to behold.
Are We the iditor?"
Good God, madam, mol "
cts well fur ye yer not" cried the
woman, fur begob if ye was I'd have
me mark on that fwbite face av yez.
Dye see me? Dye see me2
Certainly, madam, yes, OF course.
Good Lord ~
"Luk at me thin, bad scran till We
Does Oh lux like it Z? Wud Oi let him
do it? Wud OH"
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 Nill rip the dirty face av him 60 Oi
will Do Oh lux like it? Do OH
" 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 fifty
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
6fty-three wild mayzles that was limo
thy Cargo, as foine child as iver 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 fayver, an was laid besOide her. Oh,
wurra, an to think that dirty paper
wud say it ! Fwhere is he, the name
divil? FWhere is he? Me, the mother
av thirteen an dacent married woman,
doin' me own work, an owin' divil
cint, an wild me own house an lot
bought an paid fur at the Mission.
Whoo, hoo-oO-oo."
Now the reporter breathed again. His
manhood asserted itself iu the presence
of feminine tears.
Hen Would you be 50 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
4 howl, she flung down this scrap:
Michael Finnegan broke a glass over
oarkeeper's head on Mis"ion street last
night because credit for drink was refused
1im. He was taken in and charged with as
,ault
"Well? ?" mildly suggested the report
sr.
"Well, is it? Oh, We smooth, de-
cayteful young divil, take that! And !
thatl Whurool"
Wild broken sbrieks for help issued !
out of the Mails editorial rooms, and |
hen all was still. Mrs. Finnegan may
-est assured that he will never receive !
another days. work from this journal.
All journals are liable to be imposed
Ipon, and it is a matter of deep regret
With the editor that a careless and un-
reporter should have wound
d the feelings of any lady. When the
ditor returns from the voyage to China,
lpon which he will start overland this
morning, he will do himself the honor to
hake Mr.. Finnegan by the hand.