The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-02-27
THE BORE



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Newspaper men like 70 receive and en-
terrain visitors as 3 rule. but a a ruler,
they don't want bores. A bore Is a
ruler, because he rules over your time.
and stays boring you for an hour at a
stretch. Hence the reader viii see the
difference between a visitor and a bore.
The great trouble with a bore is that
he has nothing to do and doesn't know
how TO do it, so he comes to a newspa-
per Office, where the staff have to
scratch away for dear life in order to
keep down that terrifying cry of
''copy!" that nee in a while comes
from the composing room.
One of these bores called in the
LEADER sanctum the other evening,
just as the locals pencil was spinning
along, generating electricity by the
remarkably rapid friction. He took a
seat by u desk and began pouring
over the exchanges. Soon he became
restless and essayed to talk. In order
to make his conversation more effective
he ~gesticalated freely with his hands,
and when making a strong point he was
wont TO bring down his fist ia a very
emphatic manner
Now, it so happens that there are, in
and about an EDITORS desk, a number
Of copy hooks, with sharp protruding
points; then there are the regular up
right, sharp pointed files, and clips, etc.
In the course of his gesticulations our
bore came down abruptly on the point
Of a copy hook, and blood flowed freely.
We said nothing; it was enjoyment, and
it was quiet revenge. The bore tried
to smile and look pleasant, and, MOTTO
ing that we observed the accident he
proceeded to explain, showing by a vio-
lent gesture how it was done. Alasl
the experiment was a sad one, for the
bore jerked up his hand and pulled the
copy hook with it, the sharp point hav-
ing gone through the fleshy part of his
thumb. He tried to smile and look
amused, but it was u CHASTITY failure;
there was too much pain for that. He
pulled out the instrument of torture
and replaced it, at the same time beg
ging pardon for disturbing our desk.
or course we readily pardoned the DIS
~turbance, for the sake of revenge.
And then we fondly imagined that he
would go, and mot stand upon the or
der of his going" But he seemed to
think that q very graceful retreat was
necessary, and he thought to become
familiar with us, and lead our thoughts
towards the weather. So while he
gracefully raised his coat-tails he essayed
to sit down on the end of our desk.
Alasl fatal error. He never touched
the desk. A sharp pointed file was in
the way. Its puncturing point, or bus
mess end, was onlytoo faithfulinits duty
of perforating. The bore realized this
fact, too. He saw that a piece of steel
could be a bore as well as a man who
calls in a newspaper Office solely to kill
time. At least he felt bored-through
the skin. He vas thoughtful enough
to pull out the file and return it to its
place on the desk; but he forgot to say
that he would call again, soon, when
he would have more time to stay, or
that he had spent a very pleasant even
ing. But he went out as il he had
urgent business on hand. But speak
ing Of hands, reminds us that our
friend, TIE Bore, had his hands full
one was full of blood, while the other
was full of coat-tails.