The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1881-04-15
An Esteesned Contemporary.

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An Esteesned Contemporary.
'.I'm an editor myself, /" said he, as he
planted his feet on the Brooxlyn Eagle
editors desk, and Lit that functionary's S
pipe. 81 throw ink on the Up Gnlch
Shorter at Deadwood, and you bet I make
some reading matter for the boys. Get
the Shorter on exchange here?"
"I think not" replied the editor.
Don't know that I ever heard of it,"
"You amt been long in the ink busi-
ness, have you?" asked the stranger
quickly. ssYou don't seem to be up in
the literature of the day. That Shorter
throws more influence to the square foot
than all the papers in Deadwood. Let
me show you the style of that periodic
cal, !" and he drew file Of back numbers
out Of his pocket. "See them advertise
ments? All cash. Meeting of the Coun-
ty Board; fist fight in the Common Coun-
Oil mine caved in on nineteen men; four
women lynched; Mayor of the town con-
victed of burglary; raid by Indians-all
live news items. See the editorial? This
is what say about the Rapid City En-
terprise: The distinguished considera-
tion in which we hold the three ply jack
ass who edits our noxious contemporary
is only equalled by the rapidity with
which the tumble bugs will roll him out
Of town in the Spring Spicy, eh? You
bet! There's some poetry. Wrote it
myself. How's this?
1.-THE radicals have nominated
rns Lousy drunssn ,dspstsd p wretch
Our candidate Ia Fatty Madden!
ssA,l ,r,o o1,o&oJ
stock! We go in for poetry out our
way from way back"
"We don't do it in just that way here -
said the Eagle editor, with smile. "Our
That's where you're off. You haven't
educated your folks up to high taste.
Where live we're cultivated clear to
the root. Here's my remarks about the
editor Of the Vermilion Repeater, when
he wanted to split the Territory:
"We don't want to reflect
at all on the Press, but we
are compelled to say that the editor of
Repeater has stolen government mules
SO long for a living, that he begins to
fatter himself that he, too, is id ASST
That busted his business"
'tBut don't the other editors ever pitch
into you?" asked the Eagle, rather as
tonished at this revelation in journal
ism.
"You just bet, pardnerl Then We get
back in this way: This is some poetry
on the Fargo News man, for saying I
learned to read and write in the Wiscon-
sin Penitentiary. Listen to this:
There is an old clam up in Fargo,
Who buys all his rum by the CARGO
He gets drunk and spues,
And calls 1t the News,
And then the whole gang to the bar go.
ST haven't heard from him since, but
he'll get around to me by and by. Here's
q little criticism on our opera house that
was regarded very highly when it was
Manager Whitney is giving
performance than our citi-
zens have right to expect for two bits.
He has engaged the beautiful Gambetta
for two weeks, and for high, artistic kick
ing she has no peeress. Her standing
jump shows careful thought and study,
and her toe whirls are unprecedented in
the history of the ballet. Mr.. Whitney
has shored up the east end of his minstrel
troupe with the Justly celebrated Patsey
Maginnis, the best bones of modern eras.
We are. sorry to chronicle q row at this
temple of Thespian virtue last night, and
we recommend Manager Whitney, if
Shang johnson comes monkeying around
there again, to crack his nut with bot
tie. "And he did it, too. 1t shows the
power of the Press"
"How are you on the political ques-
tion?" asked the Eagle.
s'Well, we purport to be Democratic,
but men makes difference. It depends on
who's nominated. We supported King
man for city marshal, though he's Re
publican. We got around it in this way.
We said: while the Radical party is
pig headed as freight mule on all ques-
tions of importance, yet we have pledge
from Tom Klingman that he will not use
the Office of marshal to affect the tariff,
and we will bet four hundred to two
fifty that he will go through the can.
vass as the coroner goes through the
pockets of a dead nigger. Klingman put
up pretty well and I stood to win on that
racket"
ST suppose your paper is confined to
local matters. You don't do much in
the way of general literature" said the
Eagle by way of keeping up the conver-
sation.
s'Ther'e where you're on your back
again. It comes high, but our people
will have it. See this story from Har-
per's, billed down to half column, but
1T gives all the factS. Inen mere poem
by my daughter. She's a powerful
singer when she's fed up to it. Boiled
beef sets her going, and bottle OF bee
fetches the balance. How does tia
strike you? This is hern. sOle
light
s.The Evening for her bath Of dew
Is partially undrebsed
The Sun behind q bobtail Hush
Is setting In the west
The Plants light up the heavens
The flash of their cigars,
The Sky has put his night shirt
And buttoned 1t with stars
love the timid, shrinking Nigh
Its shadows and its dew,
love the consultations bright
So old and yet 30 new.
Hove Night better than the Day.
For people looking on,
Can't see me skinning round to meet
Ny own, my darling John r.
ssYsu don't get any better truck than
that in the East. You see, our people