Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1883-12-27
WONDERFUL CYCLONE!
Letter Read at Open Session at Har.
din College by Miss Mary Head.
ingt0n.
MEXICO, Mo-. Jan. |, 1900.

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Your kind and interesting letter was
duly received and gave me much
pleasure, as it called to mind many
pleasant memories of the past and re-
lated startling facts and fancies. I
am much pleased to know that you
are pleasantly situated in life and that
you discharge the important duty Of
governess so willingly, and have no
doubt satisfactorily to your patrons.
You must surely have been mistaken
in meeting Mr.. Bob White as a
book agent. Your sight must have
failed you or some one has perpetra-
ted deception. He Is no book
agent and has long since decided to
have nothing TO do with book agents.
l am astonished that you would
purchase and read yellow-back ten
cent novel; supposed you would
have preferred Hol ace or Virgel. Such
scenes as are related in that little
| book have become of so common oc-
currence that they have ceased to ex-
cite interest. have something much
more startling to relate than the aw-
ful murder scene of which you have
spoken. Nothing less than modern
cyclone can awaken profound inter-
est, now, in the minds of the people.
suppose you have not heard of the
terrific tornado that swept through
our town on the afternoon of the
Goth. At four o'clock in the after
noon the western sky became as
black rs ink, overcast with turbulent
clouds which seemed to he moving in
all directions, at one time. A death
like stiffness prevailed until contin-
uous roaring began equal to that of
distant thunder, and increasing rapid
ly until it seemed that the city of
Mexico was being bombarded from
the southwest. Fright and conster-
nation seized every inhabitant, and
every one was in search of place of
safety. The storm-cloud fortunately
ran high until it came in sight of the
LEDGER office, when it came down
with a terrible swOop and scattered
the whole business to the four winds.
Mr.. White was sitting at his desk
thinking of some cate answer to make
to Bro. Cross of the Press. At the
same instant Bro. Cross was seated
in similar manner, thinking how he
could take Mr.. White off-but in
stead the cyclone took him off. Bro.
Hutton was agitating how he could
manage to say nothing and preserve
his usual dignity. He finally conclu-
ded he had best speak, and hastily
cried, "Cyclone! Cvclone!''
Bro. White was carried around
town on the black roller of his press
about six times, and then shot off
northeast about quarter and lodged
in a tree, being SO twisted around q
limb that he could not extricate him.
self, though not much hurt but badly
frightened. Thus, he was left help
less, suspended III mid heavens, with
his tattered jacket flying in the wind.
Bro. Cross did not fare much bet
ter. He was shot up into the heavens
and by some strange providence gen.
Itly let down near the ground, when
he was shot up again, hoping to land
this time, but alas, he was shot off
again in a northeasterly direction,
and strange to say, his body grazed
Mr.. White as it whistled through the
air and lodged just below him on a
i. swinging limb, so his feet could touch
the ground at times. He was not
hurt but awfully scared. He tried in
vain to get his feet to stick to the
ground, but they would not stick,
and he continued to dance like q
clipper.
l. Bro. Hutton heid on with q death
= grip to bis editorial chair, and was
determined to preserve his dignity
amid the fearful storm. He was
!, carried through the heavens, in his
chair, at the rate of cannon ball,
# and occasionally jotted a few items
for the next issue as he sped on. The
: most marvellous circumstance wa;
that he was landed in the same tree
with Bros. Cross and White, stuck
fast. chair and all. and could no
move, but not badly hurt. Brothe
Hutton was highest up in the tree
{ and as he occupied the chair, wa
J, made president of the convention
Bro. Hutton's feet were almos
: Touching Bro. Whites head; SO Bro
White had to bow occasionally to keel
lelear of them. Bro. Cross was dan
Ieiing his head just below Bro. White
"small'' feet. The president was th
first to speak, and cried, "Helio
twho is that down there on that estel
J, mated branch of this herb of the fol
Iest?". Answer, "My name is White.
= "What White?" Answer, "Bo
:. White, of the LEDGER"
Hello! who is that swinging an
dancing on that limb p Answer
"Cross ?' "What CROSSE" &C. c.
ui editor of the Mexico Press. " VI
that so? What a mysterious prov
! dence., remarks the president
J, .What does this mean?'' Bro. Hutto
remarks. Boys, I'm fast and can
get out without assistance; ; how Is
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