The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1877-06-07
"FWHERE'S THE IDITER9"
[From the san FrancIsco Mall. |


The solitary reporter at work in the
Mail office yesterday morning sprang tc
his feet 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 $50 pounds. Her face
was red with rage, her fists were dug in,
to her sides, and she was terrifying fig.
ure to behold. ...... ....
Are ye the iditerF
Good God, madam, no =
Its we'll fur ye yer not, cried the
woman, fur begob if ye was Id lave me
mark an that fwhite face av yez. Dye
see me {? Dye see me ?
Certainly, madam, yes, of course.
Good Lordr
LUX at me thin, bad scran till we
Does Oi LUX like it Wud OF let him do
it? Wud OH?
No, certainly not
AN me in Californy since ffty-two-
me that KEN round the Harm in the
Bloody Buccaneer be the same token.
Wud oi let him do it1 Wud Oil
Yah !
Bless my soul Be calm, madam,
The editor will be in soon. He
Yah Let me git me claws an him
an Oil rip the dirty face av him so Oh
will Do Oi LUX loike it1 Do Oi?'
You do not, madam, hastily admitted
the reporter, clutching the back of his
chair as the fearfnl woman threw her red
and black shawl on a table and began
marching up and down.
Me that KEN round the Harm in fifty
two me that married these thirty year
come August; me that's raised family
av noine wild foive in Lone Mountain
two byes an three gurls-the first in
fifty three wild mayzles that was limo
thy Cargo, as fine a choild as liver
walked. Tnen in ffty.six, Mary Ann
broke down wild whoopin' cough an in
two days was in her grave. Not NOR n
two wakes after John Pathrick was tuck
wild the faver an was laid besoide her.
Oh, wurra, an to think that dirty pa.
per wud say it 4! Fwhere is he, the name
divill Fwhere is hel 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 bot
an paid fur at the Mission. Whoo
hoo-oo oo!'
Now the reporter breathed again: His
manhood asserted itself in the presence
of feminine tears. Hr
Hem Would you be so good, mad
am, as to tell me what the paper did say
to offend YOU? a.f ao
Fwat did it say, is it1 Oh, the face
av ye! Dye name to say that ye
haven't sane it, an the whole towr
houlding up its finger at the Finnegans
Lux at that LUX at that! and, with q
howl, she flung down the scrap:
Michael Finnegan broke glass ovel
barkeeper's head on Mission street las
night, because credit for a drink was re
fused him, He was taken in anc
charged with assault.
Well? mildly suggested the reporter
We'll, is itl Oh, ye smooth, decayte.
full young divil, take that And that
Whuroo 7 ..... ...
Wild, broken shrieks for help strug.
gled out of the Mails editorial rooms
and then all was still. Mrs. Finnegan
may rest assured that he will never re-
ceive another days work from this Jour.
nal. All journals are liable to be i'm.
posed upon, and it is a matter for deep
regret with the editor that careless and
untrustworthy reporter should have
wounded the feelings of any lady
When the editor returns from the voy-
age to China, upon which he will start
overland this morning, he will do him.
self the honor to Shake Mr.. Finnegan by
the hand. .''.