The bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-1877, 1877-07-26
libsllinr Tom Thumb.

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word from their homes that they were
too III TO come down, and II they could
be excused from duty for the day they
would consider II q great favor. A stack
Of these singular coincident missIves are
now on exhibition at the Maa office.
When the muscular editor returned a
stout man followed him bearing the fol.
lowing articles:
] double.barreled shotgun.
English self.cocking revolver.
] baseball bat
/ tomahawk.
. Tbs. buckshot.
! box large pistol cartridges.
The above were all duly charged to the
Office.
The muscular editor loaded the shot
gun, dropping twenty-four buckshot into
each barrel, and got his pistol in readi-
ness. Placing all his purchases within
quick reach, the editor lighted his pipe
buitoned back both ears. and was soon
lost in the production of powerful ar.
ticle on the cultivation of alfalfa In the
Southern counties. So absorbed was he
In placing upon paper the beautiful i'm.
agery and wealth of classical allusion
suggested by the subject, that the mus.
cular editor failed to hear soft, light
football upon the carpet He was start.
led by thin. small voice demanding
"Are you the editor ?"
1t was Gen. Tom Thumb. with q copy
of the Mail in one hand and club in
the other. The muscular editor turned
pale and mutiered something that sound.
cd like "be in presently"
"lf you are the man," said the General
with deep frown and leaning gracefully
against the leg of the table, the lower
half hid by the spittoon, II want to
know what you mean by saying that
threw the train off at Ashtabula bridge
and what you mean by saying that l
killed twen,y-four Cinnamon in Hong
Kong, and licked Ike Freidlander and
put Hayes in the Presidential chair, and
associate with Bob Ingersoll p
did the Mail say that ?" asked the ed
itor with feeble grin and tremulous
voice.
at did," said the General, sitting down
on an inverted paste lumber that the
janitor had neglected to pick up off the
floor.
ibid it2'' asked the muscular editor
breathing hard.
''Didn't it-demmit ?" cried the Gen
eral, bringing his club down with such
energy tina, it flew from his hand and
rolled under desk. The General walk
ed under after it, and when he emerged
said, haughtily, that he came for satisfac.
ton.
Satisfaction for what ?" inquired the
muscular editor, all in tremble.
do you suppose, you scroundrel,"
shouted the General. climbing up the leg
of the editors trousers, and bounding
thence to the desk, ''that / will pa
tiently be called murderer. garroter
Republican, and the abductor of Char
| lie Ross ?'
"See here" said the editor, with sud
den courage, catching the General be-
tween his Thumb and finger and setting
him down on the floor, "See here don't
want any of your sass, even if you are
such bloodthirsty character"
Excuse me- remarked the General.
shining up the leg of the desk and max
ing camp stool of the scissors, II didn't
come here especially for violence, but l
want you to make full and complete
retraction of these infamous charges.
The first thing | know an unbridled
press will be calling me friend of Eli
Perkins.
"Will you have a drink, General ~
miserably responded the editor. rising in
willingly from his chair.
mo, | won't, !" said the General, squat
ting upon the editors pipe, And what's
more, want you to come back and
sit down here and write me off correc-
tion.'
What followed the editor himself re-
lated to the proprietor, in explanation of
the disordered state of the room.
"You see, I became irritsted at the
bulldozing manner of the murderous
wretch, and at first had good mind to
pick up my shot gun, and blow him into
chicken feed, but the scoundrel had got
ON my desk and was handling my pistol