Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1884-03-22
An EDITORS COAT.


| 1 never had an opportunity to
examine one closely but once; that's
because am q woman. and editors
az o general thing have rooted an
tipathy to the entire female sex.
especially while in the midst of
their duties. If it bad adorned it,
owners back 1 never would have
made it's intimate acquaintance ;
not because it wouldn't have been
doubly interesting. but because l
would be afraid to inspect the
sleeves and heart pocket Of a coat
containing another woman's hus-
band. In the heated struggle Of
| manufacturing Items of Iuterest"
| and "Gems from the Grown of
| Wisdom" the ragged object Of our
speculations has been hung on q
rusty nail and advancing cautiously,
with timid thumb and finger,
we seize it by its only button and
examine it al H5itum. An obtru-
sive odor Of tobacco assaults the
air from cigars, probably rendered
by some blissfal bridegroom who
wished to make his happiness
known, and plainly showed in his
selection that he had forgotten
everything else.) We give sniff
truly feminine-and wonder why
the button holes are trent in
twain ;" not one left to tell the tale,
and 1 fall to calculating from the
average tenacity of button holes
how many book agents it will take
to wear ont five. The result makes
me giddy until l reflect that it de-
ponds upon the man rs well as the
button hole. If their respective
assailants have been as persistent
az some | have known the number
would not be overwhelming.
But what's in the pockets I? Only
one is in its pristine entirety. On
further search I find it holds a new
purse, and what : multiplicity of
conjecture arises. What number
less Injuries have been purchased
from its contents? How often has
it been drawn forth with willing
cheerfnlness {0 at the church fes-
t;val, for set of china or the in
evitable grabbing? Cheerfully?
yes +; why not? The editor knew,
as find now. that there's nothing
in it. Not even a bit with the
grace to have q hole in it, out of
compliment to its ragged surround
ings. This, then is a solution to
its newness but the other pockets
contain rich reward for my search:
scraps of paper, half dozen letters
two in female writing, which l
pass by with superhuman heroism;
couple of shabby pencils, chewed
with a view Of making them give
up some of their secrets and dis
carded as hopelessly stubborn, and
a postage stamp concludes the
hunt. l wonder if the editors
search has always been as pro6tless?
Not even an idea to be gathered
from its threadbare folds, for which
upon its ample bosom even the pen
has wept its inky tears OF despair.
The collar wears look Of having
unsuccessfnlly reached after the
"unattainable" and also of having
been the means by which its owner
has been ignominiously dragged.
The tails. too, look sad and de-
jected. probably owing to the fact
that it has been sat upon so often.
Pray who wouldn't he melancholy?
And yet they may have futtered
gaily at by-gone picnics. The
vision of their disappearance for
ever-around some distant corner
have filled some fair-haired
maiden's heart with sorrow and her
eyes with tears? Poor dearG
Perhaps these selfsame coat-tails
were kicked by the aforesaid Young
lady's pa. Maybe -. but never
mind. poor. pensive remnant Of
a departed "thing of beauty" bear
thy doom with patience +! If fated
for the future to hang at haif-n.ast,
remember other coat-tails have
done likewise and it is fitting
tribute of sorrow to brighter days
gone forever. But my train OF
thought is suddenly startled back
to commonpls CO BY passing breeze
which stirs this object all "tattered