The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-08-12
Tho New Reporter.
EthCnuk. N

The new reporter YVES Yale graduate,
could apout Latin and Greek in any kind
OF metre, and had the comic sections O. his
fingers ends. Tho toughest proportions
Of Old Euclid were AZ the questions Of q
child 10 him, and he regularly went through
a course Of aigebraic exercise before break.
fast. He had been intended for the
church. but his surglng ambition sought
wider fields, and he expressed bis inten.
ton OF erecting a lighthouse in the sea OF
literature, by which he would be remem.
bered for all ages. He longed to grapple in
coller.and.elbow style with the great ques.
tons OF the day, and doubted not his
ability 10 knock out the kuo.tiest social
problem in one round. Like all great
minds, however, lie had to begin right n.
the bottom Of the ladder, bu. oft in his
peaceful sleep he dreamed OF the time
when he should have reached the highest
round, and g,oaned aloud as the thought
etruckhim that there he must remain. .
During the first few days oil bis uoyitiats
he took in a couple OF temperance meet.
ings and invested strawberry festival
witha degree Of hsllowcd enjoyment great.
er than 1t had ever entered into the heart
OF man 10 believe that such wild revel
could pcssees. Saturday afternoon he was
told to 90 out to Mistletoe Park and get up
good half.column report Of tho annual
sports CT the Solid Sons OF Solomon.
snake II lively" eaid the city editor.
"You may trust me-" answered the bud.
ding Thsckeray, and, making sure that he
had his notebook and good supply OF
pencils, he few down the stairs, three steps
at time.
About hali-past nine tho husy toilers in
the editorial roons were distracted from
their lsbors for a moment by a sort OF i'd.
otto cackle, which proceeded from no lees
parsonage than the embryo journalist.
He gszed benignly but in q patronizing
manner on his associates as he tapped a
thick wGd Of copy which peeped from hia
breast pocket. In one hand be carried bis
cane and with the other he distributed
cigars, Of which he eeemed to have an end
less supply, to every ono he met. Alter
making several tacka he bore down on the
city editor and deposited on his deek his
bundle Of copy with stately mien.
Jus read that" he said; "nezzin' slow
about that. Struck out n m own account.
Old style too mouotonors."
Aseoon as the city editor had recovered
he commenced to read:
'.Tne Solid Soma Of Solomon held their
annual games at Mistletoe Park yesterday
afternoon. The clerk Of the weather was
in generous mood, and the quality o!
sunshine supplied left nothing to be de.
sired. The sparrows and bobolinks chirped
peaus OF joy, and ell nature seemed to be
revealing in paroxysm OF delight. A eteRdy
stream Of SOILS and daughters Of Solomon
passed through the gates, sorely taxing the
energies Of the ticket.taker, Gus Libby,
who keeps tirst.claes saloon at No. 20O0
Fulton street," F,1 7a
(The blue pencil here came into play)
Passing through the grounds one was
struck by the general good order which
WAS found everywhere. This WAS due In a
grea! measure TO the watchiulnees OF Off.
Ger Muldoon, who was on duty. This Off
Ger has not been long on the force, but be
has already established reputation which
will coon lead him to promotion"
(More blue pencil /.
THE sports were of q most exciting ma
ture, consisting Of races, etc, and were uu-
der the charge Of Billy Field, the veteran
athlete, and Joe Morris, who keeps cigar
store on Myrtle avenue, and who stands
high in the esteem Of the citizens OF Brook
lyn IS q conscientious dealer ard good
follow. 3,5i l5'5 Is
(Here the city editors hair began to
stand on end, and the blue pencil dropped
from his grasp. He read on, however:
1.-THE refreshment booth was marvel Of
neatness and good taste, and reflected great
credit on the gentleman in charge, Mr..
Owen McGsnn, whose place Of business is
at No. 1905 Myrtle avenue. Owen has been
in the trade good many years, and is we'll
known among the sporting fraternity Of
Brooklyn. 1t is generally conceded that
his stock Of liquors is unsurpassed in the
country, while his old sour mash whisky"
ibid you write all this youracli?" said
the city editor, with dazed look. s5
"Every word" said the new reporter, ris.
ing two inches in height. "Will it appear
tomorrow ~ .t..l- lis
1T within the waste baaket. You look
tired. I an afraid this work is too much
for you. Take few weeks few months
rest in the Catakills, and don't come back
until We send for you"
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