The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1881-06-16

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again, and a woman came in, and said
the fashion notes were no good, because
the magazines had them all in greater
quantity, and another thing she didn't
like, was the markets. '"What good
was theml" she said. "I don't know" 1"
he replied, $50 I'll throw 'em out" "I
hope you will" she answered, and went
away. In ten minutes the markets and
fashions were on the standing galley.
Jones began to look around, and as he
was studying, small boy said to him
mat marriage and death notices was
mighty thin readin'," and Jones slung
Them clear out into the corner. After
this change he went over into the count
ing room, and an old man was there
waiting to pay his subscription. "It's q
good paper, Jones, but in this place you
only want to take notice of local affairs.
and let all the miscellaneous and general
business CO." and-then Jones gave the
OLD fellow receipt and rushed back and
TOOK out all the miscellaneous and gen.
eral matter that was left, and as he took
out the last, handful O friend came
through the office and critically examin-
ing his surroundings, said, "The FLor
doodIe 1s good paper, Jones, but n do
think you have the ugliest headFon It I
ever saw. Why don't you ckange it?
In certain never wouldlet stlch5ahead
appear on paper of mine" "a, :. "Au
right, said Jones, and off came the
head! CHOW, Mr.. Foreman, ," he con-
tlnued, clock up the forms and send
them down to the press room. - The
forms were duly locked and went down,
and the paper came out and was dis
tr1buted as usual. The next morning.
! the politician, and the solemn man.
the friend, the school girl, the woman
the small boy, and all the rest of
them were standing around the .FZnD-
doodle office with blank sheets of paper
IN their hands; not line, not q word.
not sign of anything on it but column
rules, with nothing between. GLOW is
this" said each to the other. "and
where's that fool editor, to impose on us
in this way?" While they we're thus
talking, the devil came in with a letter
from the editor, which the old man read
to the crowd. It ran as follows:
"Dear friends, you all think you
know how to run p newspaper, and when
you come to me with your suggestions I
hate to tell you differently, so I have fol-
lowed your advice and you see what YOU
have as the result. If you will be kind
enough to mind your own business half
as we'll as do mine, and try to think
l know little something, while you
don't know it all, I will give you a good
newspaper, and whenever / don't give
you your moneys worth, then come and
tell me so, but don't come telling me-
how should do my work, when T have
devoted years to it, and you have never
given 1t an hours study.
"I am yours truly,
''HEzEKIAH JONES,
''Editor tFIapdoodLe.
Then these good people looked at
their blank paper and their blank faces,
and not one said word except, thespro-
fame man, who remarked, ."Damme, the
editor is right; let's go and mind our
own business" and Jones crept out from
behind the counter, and that evening
issued tip-top paper, chuck full of ali
sorts of personal and local items, and
news, and everything, and there was
peace in that town for the space of a
Ion fipoo