Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-07-20
THE FORTHCOMING PAPER.
WHAT WE ARE ABOUT TO PUBLISH.

cure the necessary materials and enlist the
needed force of compositors, we are going to
commence the publication of midday paper
to be called The Editors Apology; the same
being arnendatory of and supplemental to the
suppressed volume known az The Paralysed
Proof Reader or the Scmnolent Seer of the
Sierra. AS limiting at the tone and purport
Of the prospectus of this projected publica-
ton, it may be said that the editor has found
it exceedingly difficult to eat his pudding and
still have it remain to him, his heirs and as
signs, intact, and as it had not been devoured,
as it were. That is to say, if the editorial
person u1U remain away from his printing
office at night and thus deprive himself of an
opportunity to read the proof sheets where
with his writings are exhibited to him in the
virgin state of their inoipient Typography Gf
we may employ so involved a manner of ex-
pression); if, we say he persists in pursuing
this kind of course, he may expect to see,
as in these days he does see with his blistered
eyesight, his small bantlings murdered,
scalped and disembowelled, utterly mutilated
and transmutilated, distorted, dishgured and
| deformed past all recognition and done unto
lingering and horrid death, and no help at
hand. POSSIBLY this is somewhat extravagant
in tone; but grief, chagrin. modification,
rage, frenzy these may not find expression
in the smooth words Of tranquility; nor yet
be voiced in the set phrases of blandness and
i'll the polished, selt-controlling language of
sauvity and self-content Neither are We
like Niobe, childless and Crownless in a
voiceless woe.) 1t will be an interminable
publication, will this supplemental work OF
ours. 1t will find scope and material in the
bloodstained columns of the MORNING AP-
PEAL; and then it's own errata, the erroneous
eradication of euphonious eruptives,-the
pihng of the Ossa of blunder -headedness
upon the PeOn of vivisection the perpetual
ton of error by the embalming process of
persistent opacity; the multifOrm esmascu
| iatiOns of the means and measures Of recon
struction; the mockery OF syntax the bane
of prOsody; the misconception OF orthoepy
and the obhteration of the very fibre and erin-
ciple of orthography-o how it will stretch
out and be stretched, to the very confines Of
of letters, on and on into the red and glow
ing realms of jargon, where capitals gibber at
lower case, and Romans jeer and grin in the |.
eyes Of the Italics Then will chaos come |
again and Old Night s.. down upon the world |
OF words and hatten the very genius OF |
phraseogr ,phy past all hope of restoration
Is this insapityl We hope not; and yet this |
too, too solid flesh feels as if it ought to melt,
thaw and resolve itself into a dew, leaving
the wreck of a once happy mind to be tern
to shreds upon the relentless wirligigs of a
hopeless idiocy! Yesterday we attempted
bit of harmless pleasantly descriptive of the
habits Of certain aboriginal neighbors of ours.
We saw that poor shred of domestic literature
torn into meaningless mess Of incoherent
and unacceptable fragments We sought to
remind the reader of How buck Indian
would come abegging after first hattening his
nose upon the pane of kitchen window. We
endeavored to express Mr.. Indians beggar-
illness by the use OF the word mendicity. 1t
fell into the meaningless slough of "men-
daeity" We wrote the words " beetle headed
locust. by Oh ltkSeuutly |
worthy of worser cause, locust was made
biscuit" and in another place the unpre-
cedented nondescript "squirmish," was made
to do duty for that nobler word, so dear to
the literary heart, "squeamish. What
other malformations are contained in that
column we know not. When we
reached this point the paper was laid aside
with-tears. 1--WE might as we'll call them
tears, though they we're from a harsher
secretion than that of the lachrymose glands;
and were made bitter with another bitterness
than the bitterness of those salty drops) We
may not enter upon the publication of this &c
centric volume. We may, rather, disregarding
the restrictions of the game law, and taking
the lea tdqliOnis in our own Infatuated hands,
and armed with other weapons than that
mightiest one, the pen, proceed to deal with
the fraternity of compositors and proof read
ers with all indscriminate and promiscuous
which before it should be satiated,
would leave this world as it was before Gu
tenberg was born and ere yet the genius of I
Caxton was awakened
TAILORING. Mr.. J. johnson, tailor, again
waves his light in the face of clothes wear
ing world in the French Hotel Block. Mr. |
tt, al. L.. So |