Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-12-31

ative Of the carrier How it came to be his
right no one knows, but ne one d"res dispute
it. During the entire year the carrier has
lots of work, and combines the duties of a
Typographical apprentice with the drudgery OF
devil " and the disagreeable work of a
handy man about the office. He has all the
hard knocks and none Of the glory of journal
ism.
THR CARRIERS TOUGH Lof.
Few people know the mlseries which
carrier is forced to undergo. He rises at 5
in the morning, and starts out on his rounds.
No matter how GELD the Winter how pitiess
the storms, how drenchiag the rains or how
deep the snow, he must tramp all over the
town, all the same, and deliver hundreds OF
papers. Some want the paper thrown on the
| front stoop, some insist on having it tucked
under the door and some don't know exactly
where they want it, bat curse the carrier all
the same no matter where he puts it. The
horrible experiences he undergoes would in a
year kill any ordinary man. Nothing but
pluck, perseverance and wonderful constitn
ton enables him to hold up and shake his I'M
terrified fist in the face of fate
WHEN BE RULES THR BOOST.
About q month before New Year the car
rier begins to assume An air of considerable
Importance He walks up to the editor and
remarks, " When in blazes are you goin' to
start my address,, Ne editor would dare
refuse, if he did the carrier, according to all
established rules of printing office, would
have the perfect right to shoot him on the
spot. This year the editor was q little slow
on his poetry and the carrier get impatient.
Each day fresh verses were submitted, but
the carrier thought they were not coming fast
enough. He was also quite critical, scanning |
the lines with one eye shut and checking off
the metre ON the ends of his fingers.
" Some of these lines are shaky, chuck in |
another syllable there or every boay'u kick.
The extra syllable WAS inserted
This second verss is little cranky, too
much dog"
By 'dog" we ascertained that there was a
surplus of sentiment and flowers. The 'dog"
was chucked out of the lines at once.
"Give the business men a deal. Harris
Brothers, Bosko, Fox, Mclaughlin, Morris s.
Co. Olcovich and the solid advertisers. Give
the hotels lft and make EN- rhyme with
We suggested that such prosaic ingredients
spoiled the sentiment
L" Darn the sentiment, this is biz. ] want
% make some money. The business men
lon't chip up until they see some puffs rung
H."
Thus we allowed him to harness Pegasus
o suit his own sweet WILL and wrote some
trictly commercial verse. Next day we
overheard him remark to brother typo that
UGH poetry "made him tired The editor
vas then discharged peremptorally.
NEW POET CAPTURED.
One day he came in with lank, hungry
boxing fellow, and slowed him away in the
ack shed under lock and key He kept the !,
DOR devil imprisoned for five days and fed
i'm sparingy while he made him write verses
t was root hog or die with him, practically =
lustrated When he showed signs of weak :,
illHS Vic Caillci TcHI duu pOuHOeu | -.
18th club "Look inspired you whep,' he .
ould shout. "Tu1n out the real stuff,
rhack, whack) give US some specimen
srses or I'll break you up (uhack, whack). ";
That am | keepin you for you miserable =,
'pscallion 7 dances on him). Now get to -.
ork or I'll massacre you" (Dusts the -.
bling with him. This course of low diet
i'd high usage had its effect and the man
rste poetry by the yard. OF
TYPOGRAPHICAL TYRANr th
Having gotten the poem written the carrier at
rned Pegasus cut to grass with an in II
motion to git" He then began to give vi
. orders to the foreman N
81 want this to be set up in nonpariel, do tn
mind; with serip-scroll border, antique sv
cings, bronzed gothic letter, American LEI
gle In tho center, my name in ornamental II
rinthian type, and printed in four colors, e1
you hear Ths" forema set to work
embling in every limb, and toiled over his Ia,
b for three days ike galley ssve. When Ia,
Q matter was set up it needed about A,
ok full to I'll out the page and the carrier fs,
ting down grabbed pen and dashed off m
rse, remarking as he turned the last line: loe
Whoa Pegasu old boy; steady there p be-
Tomorrow he will deliver his address to nit