Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-09-17
THE RELIGIOUS EDITOR.
How He Disposed of q ady with
a Bundle of Tracts.
BROOKLYN EaRle.

NOW, what L want to do, com
menced a nervous little woman, lis Ia
print these tracts in your Sunday pa,
per. You fill your sheet up with all
sorts Of rubbish, aud it is about time
you did something for the good oi
perishing souls"
But, madam" protested the man,
aging editor.
There is no but about it, inter.
rupted the little woman. II want
this done tomorrow and every Sun.
day hereafter, Our society demands
il"
What do you think" asked the
managing editor, looking hopelessly al
the religious editor.
why, we've printed all these" ex-
claimed the religious editor, examin-
ing the tracts. Where have you
been all summer that you haven't
seen these very tracts in our regular
editions?"
Show 'em to me" observed the
little woman, defantly.
I'D show 'em to you in minute" ,"
smiled the religious editor, only the
files are in the hands Of the binder,
These are the oldest tracts in the cat.
alogue, anyway. Every boy in Brook
lyn knows 'em by heart. Where e
the Starboard Quarlock of the Life.
boatp That's the latest. Why didn' I
you bring that if you want to convey
religious intelligence" and the re-.
ligious editor threw himself back and
eyed the woman keenly.
II never heard Of it," faltered the
nervous little woman.
II suppose not, replied the relig-
ious editor. "All you ever heard OF
are those old monoliths that were
printed before | was born and when
you were a baby. Where's the ac-
count Of the boy who used his blessed
hymn book for gun wads and shot his
thumb OFF, That's the new style Of
tearing the sinful heart. Where's the
Barrel Hoops to the Tub of Life
Eternal2' Got those with you"
They are bran new to me-" mur-
INJURED the little woman. What did
you say those names were and I'll
bring them around to you2"
DO, continued the religious edi>
tor, severely. And when you come,
just put in your pocket the 'Heisting
Tackle Of the Arch Enemy, Rum.
That's the best one of the new series.
L loaned my copy to the managing
editor here and he lost it.
That's So" assented the managing
times first"
"Will you bring emp" demanded
the religious editor, in spite Of the
managing editer's frowns and wInks
Certainly" replied the little
woman, trying in vain to make mem
oranda of the names.
And say" continued the religious
editor. Don't forget those two beau,
tiful ones, The Blizzard of Divin,
Love and The Malaria of Unripht
eousness. wanted those for ia. NOR
rows issue, but the news dealers were
all out"
That's pretty kettle of fat you VI
got US intol' growled the managing
editor, as the bewildered woman founC
her way out Of tho sanctum. Mex
Monday down she'll come with thost
tracts, and then she'll conduct mys.
terious appearance every day for si1
months to see why they don't appear.
mo she WON'T smiled the religi
GUS editor. "She wont do anythinl
Of the kind. There amt any such
tracts, and she'll get so tired in the
legs finding that fact out that she'll
never tackle that staircase again"
rs that so2" grinned the managing
editor. by Jove, that was well
done. :, | congratulate you on the
stroke"
Just So" smiled the religious
editor, grSsping the managing editor
warmly by the hand. IL say, lost the
key to that closet door,"
"Emptied the demijOhn yesterday
afternoon" returned the managing
editor, with look of genuine disap
pointment on his face. II wish YOU
would remind me on Monday"
But the religious editor had flown
in disgust, and when the managing
editor asked for him to order al
editorial on THE Great Work Ac,
complished by the Spread of Saliva
ton Among the Heathen," he learned
that the religious editor was out play
ing pool for drinks, and declined to b
| disturbed.