Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1883-05-03
| THRILLING MISAPPREHENSION.
Red.Hot Interview between Preacher
and the Editor.

Red.Hot Interview between Preacher
and the Editor.
81 am q minister of the gospel!'
observed an important gentleman
with = portentious frown, as he took {
chair at the managing editors table
II am a minister of the gospel, and
want"
Certainly" interrupted the man.
aging editor. 1--WE have no obiec.
ton to suppressing the facts. Do you
know which reporter has them?"
81 do not, sir!" Numbered the cler-
gyman. II want to remark, sir. that
have come"
swell, just leave the lady's name
and l will look after the NATTER" the
managing editor again interrupted,
this time quailing slightly.
at is not lady at all, sir" pro-
claimed the visitor. ~ came to tell
you, sir, that I am clergyman, and
that"
ayes, yes" murmured the manag
ing editor. "It's about your son,
see. What is he charged WITH"
"Do you understand me?" roared
the divine, rising in wrath. 81 tell
you, sir, l am clergyman, and have
come hero for the purpose Of"
"Pardon my error" cut in the man
aging editor, apologetically. allow
much of the missionary money do they
claim is missing?"
"Will you let me finish, sir?" de-
manded the pastor. Did you catch
the full import of my first remark? l
am a clergyman, sir, and l have
come"
NJ beg your PARDON" exclaimed the
managing editor. II misunderstood
you. It's entirely my fault. What
was it left on your doorstep?"
"Never, sir; never!" roared the d.
vine. "Do you hear me, sir? l am
q minister of the gospel. l have
waited on you, sir, for the purpose"
"Why, certainly" smiled the man.
aging editor. 81 owe you thousand
apologies for my stupidity. 1 see it
now: On what point are you here
tic?"
"None!" yelled the clergyman. II
am come to tell you that l am a cler-
gyman out of pulpit, and that l
have accepted situation in bank.
and"
"God bless mel" calculated the
managing editor. sand your bonds
men are stuck for how much?"
"That's like you," observed the re-
ligious editor, stroling into the sane
tum rs the Mortified guest tore out.
"You have q wonderful facility for
making an ass of yourself whenever
you come in contact with orthodox
theology. Do you know what that
man wanted?"
"Was it game Of poker" asked
the managing editor, dolefully. alt
couldn't be that. They all know l
don't play"
''No, it wasn't a game of poker"
shifted the religious editor. 'That
man is thoroughly consistent Chris
tian. He has hard luck and quit
preaching. He is now a bank mes
senger. and think he wanted the as
sistance of the paper in getting a
call"
"He'l never fetch it," muttered the
managing editor. II called him on
every hand a successful clergyman
can hold, and he never came to a
showdown! BY the way, did you see
about that Presbyterian brother out
in Montana who bluffed out three
jacks on four flush? Try and get
some argument out OF that in favor of
practical Christianity as against the
old-time custom of parsons holding
aloof from their aocks.'
And the managing editor took a
fresh sheet of paper and started on a
iaborious editorial demonstrating that
the doctrine of infant baptism would
outlive the attacks of science on the
church, and that perfect faith in Cal.
vinisln was the only way to earn
bread Brooklyn Eagle.
Colonel, Ingersoll condensed into a
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