The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1877-07-12
"FW HERE'S TIE EDITOR"
How - Female Pionccr Corrected IL San
Francisco Libel.


The solitary reporter at work in the
Mail office yesterday morning spraDg to
his feet as if reversed pile-drlver had
struck him, for the inquiry was scream.
She stood in the door, and by eye meas
urcment 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.
care ye the iditor?"
"Good God, madam, mo-"
cts well fur ye yer not" cried the
woman, fur begob il ye was I'd have
me mark on that fwhite face av yez.
Dye see me? Dye see me p"
Certainly, madam, yes, of course.
Good Lord -
"Luk at me thin, bad scran till ye!
Does Oi lux like it? Wud Oi let him
do it? Wud Oi?'
"No, certainly not"
AM me in Californy since fitty.two
me that KEN round the Horn in the
Bloody Buccaneer be the same token,
Wud Oi let him do it? Wud Oi!
Yah -
"Blcss my soul BE calm, madam.
The editor will be in soon. He
"Yah Let me git me claws on him
an NH rip the dirty face av him so Oi
will! DO Oi lux like it? DO Oi?
You do not, madam" hastily adj
mitted the reporter, cutching 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 a family
av noine, wild foive in Lone Mountain ;
two byes and three gurls-the first in
ftty-thrce 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 besoide her Oh,
wurra, an to think that dirty paper
wud say it Fwhcre 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
clint, an wild me own house an lot
bought an paid fur at the Mission.
Whoo, hoo-o0 OO'
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 it, 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 Il
barkeeper's head on Mission street last
night, because credit for drink was refused
him. He vas taken in aud charged with a.
| sault.
Well?" mildly suggested the report
"Well, is it? Oh, We smooth, de
cayteiul young divil, take that, And
that! Whuroo!"
Wild broken shrieks for help issued
out of the JfaFs editorial rooms, and
then all was still. Mrs. Finnegan may
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 overland this
morning, be will do himself the honor t.
shake Mr.. Finnegan by the hand.