The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1881-07-14

journalism in Deadwood.

journalism in Deadwood.
"I'm an editor myself" said he
as he planted his feet on the Eagle
editors desk and lit that function
ary's pipe. II throw ink on the Up
Gulch Shorter at Deadwood, and
you bet I make some reading mat
ter for the boys. Take the Shorter
on exchange here?'
81 think not" replied the editor.
Don't know that l ever heard of It,"
"You amt been long in the ink
business, have your asked the
stranger, quickly. "You don't
seem to be up in the literature OF
the day. The Shorter throws more
influence TO the square foot than all
the papers in Deadwood. Let me
show you the style of that periodi'
cal," and he drew file of back
numbers out of his pocket. "See
them advertisements? All cash.
Meeting of county Board; fist fight
in the Common Council; mine caved
in on nineteen men; four women
lynched; Mayor of town convicted
of burglary; raid by Indians-all
live news items. See the editorial7
This is what / say about the Rapid
City Enterprise: The distinguished
consideration in which we hold the
three-piy jackass who edits our nox-
ious contemporary is only equaled
by the :apidity with which the tum-
ble-bugs will roll him out of town
in the spring. Spicy, eh? You bet!
There's some poetry. Wrote it my
self. Made it up out of my head.
How's this?
''The opposition have nominated
That lousy, drunken. dissipated,
Cock-eyed horse-thief, Jim McFadden;
Our candidate is Fatty Madden!
"And we elected him, too, for old
stock! We go in tor poetry out our
way from way back"
"We don't do it in just that way
here" said the Eagle editor, with a
oLullc. OuI lOlhS
"That's where you're off. You
haven't educated your folks up to
high taste. Where l live we are
cultured clear to the root. Here's
my remarks about the Vermillion
Repeater, when he wanted to split
the territory. We don't want to re-
fleet on the press, but we are com
PEELED to say that the editor of the
Repeater has stolen Government
mules so long for a living that lie
begins to fatter himself that he too
is an ass. That busted his busi-
ness"
Now here's a little criticism on
our opera house that We s regarded
very high: Manager Whitney is
giving higher tonder performance
than our citizens have right to
expect for two bits. He has en-
gagged the beautiful Gambetta for
two weeks and her standing jump
shows careful thoughts and study,
and her toe whirls are unprecedent-
cd in the history of the ballet. Mr..
Whitney has stored up the east end
OF his Minstrel troupe with the just
ly celebrated Patsy Maginnis, the
bones of modern eras. We are sor-
ry to chronicle row at his temple
of Thespian virtue last night, and
we recommend Manager Whitney,
if Shang johnson comes monkey
ing around there again, to crack his
nut with bottle And he did it
too. 1t shows the power of the
press"
81 suppose your paper is confined
to local matters. You don't do
much in the way of general litera-
ture," said the Eagle, by way of
keeping up the conversation.
"There's where you're on your
back again. 1t comes high, but our
people will have it. See this story
from Harper's boiled down to a half
column, but it gives all the facts.
Then here's poem by my daught-
er. She's powerful Singer when
she's fed up to it. Boiled beef sets
her going, and a bottle of beer
fetches the balance. How does this
strike you? This is her'n. It's call
ed ode To Night
The evening for her bath OF dew
Is partially undressed.
The sun behind the bobtail flush
Is setting in the West.
The planets light the heavens with
The fash Of their cigars,
The sky has put its night shirt on,
And buttoned it with stars.
l love this timid, shirking night,
It's shadows and its dew;
/ love the consultations bright,
So old and yet so new;
love night better than the day.
For people looking on,
Can't see me skinning round to meet
My own, my darling John.
"You dont't get any better truck
than that in the East. You see our
people have got to have the first
crop or bust. and it's fat for the
printers. Here's little thing l
dashed right off on the Yankton
Vindicator for claiming that swim
died the government on hay con-
tract:
"a delirious Yankton reporter
Has been pitching into the Shorter.
We find he's the man
That adopted the plan
To kill his wife rather'n support her.
"He amt been seen since. Well,
pard, must get on the trail. If
you're ever out Deadwood way drop
down the chimney and see me. You
might as we'll put me on your ex-
change list, and if you ever pick up
an item you can't use drop me a
line and I'll pay you little some
thing. So long."-Brooklyn Eagle.