News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-07-24
THE LONG FELT WANT.
TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS ENPE-
RIENCED IN PUBLISHING NEW
PAPER.


RIENCED IN PUBLISHING NEW
PAPER.
Bill Nye Tells How he Printed Daily
Paper in Town where there Was No
Room For 1t.
I toyed with daily once which was
Incorporated to fill long felt want. I
did not know it was loaded. We made
it our business to boom everything that
was boomable and to sneer at the lack
of enterprise of our adversary. We got
specials by mail, press reports by slow
freight and showed style of fearless en-
terprises that was the envy aud the ad-
miration of many large metropolitan
journals. We thought that our adver-
sary wouldn't last more Than a month
after election, but Thanksgiving came
and found the Evening Squawker still
on deck. The editor would come and
borrow print paper of us and then use it
to call us the slime e-bedecked and putrid
exponent Of still more baneful political
faction. We would borrow font of
BREWER of him and characterize his pa
per as the wailing founding, dying in
the poisonous yapors of The deadly
swamp of political filth, wherein it had
chosen its bed, edited by the bitter foe
of the laundress and Lindley Murray,
man who had evaded justice for forty
years, and, not content with the outrage
of all moral sense, had declared war on
the spelling book.
Thus we kept up spirited contest for
a long time. Sometimes we couldn't get
our paper out of the freight Office and
sometimes he couldn't, but we would
loan each other the last quire we had
and keep friendly, while through the
columns of our respective papers we
spoke of each other in language which
might have been construed as reproach-
full to some people.
1t was an exciting time. One day the
Squawker would offend subscriber and
he would come over to rs, and the next
day we would unwittingly tread on the
toes of one of our great army of sub
scribers and he would go over to the
enemy.
The editor of the other paper and my
self saw that it was going to be war of
determination. We ground our teeth
and our shears and sailed in. At the
end of the first year he had discharged
Phis servant girl and my paper owed me
$500 salary. At the end of the second
year he had blown in his fine brick resi-
dence and I had taken my salary as
Police Justice and thrown it into the
rapacious NAV of my little hungry long
felt want.
One day the little, muddy, measly,
ong-sufering features of the Evening
Squaker failed to appear. We kept
asking the Office boy why the Squaw-
ker didn't come. He didn't know.
Finally he went to the nHllcation
Office The door was locked: 4 map
of Dakota was hung over one window
and a printers towel over the other
The office boy raised the map and stole
ir. The uncertain light here and there
broke in struggling rays through the
threadbare places in the towel. On the
desk lay letter from the advertiser of
Collie Eraser in which he offered to
take column in the Squawker year
following pure reading matter and with
1900 lines of reading notices to be
strung along through editorials from
day to day, in bold-faced type, and in
consideration therefor to furnish for
two years to the editor or his order
fifty bottles of the Collie Eraser at pub
Iisher's price, delivered OH board the
cars.
Everything about the Office showed
that the work had been going bravely
on when the summons came. In fact
the summons lay there on the desk
among other papers, along with writ
of attachment for $253.85. This shows
what hold a paper gets on its sub
scribers and also what hold the sub
scriber gets on the paper. The Sheriff
had been a subscriber to the Squawke1
ever since it started, but we didn't know
his attachment for the paper was SC
great.
We won the day, but at what sacrifice.
The smoke of conflict cleared away and
showed that the victory was not worthy
of the carnage. We had survived but
we were not proud. The Squawkel
had fought us bravely, and now its still,
cold form lay in State in the basement
of the chief creditor and the usual notice
of attachment was tackled on the door
The editor and myself met on the fol,
lowing day, and be was the more
cheerful of the two. He said he felt
sorry for me.
II can use what get hereafter OF
my family" said he; "but you can't
You will feel guilty if you buy barre
of -four for your own use, knowing that
it may imperiI the next issue OF the
paper. L have passed all that.
And he was right The quicker
man decides to cease publishing daily
paper where it is not needed, just sim
ply through high moral sense OF duty
the sooner he will become light-heartee
and joyous. I paid $4,000 for the priv
ilege of knowing this, and present l
to every paid-up subscriber withou
money and without price. l don't know
very much, but if there's anything L d.
know, and know it hard. and know
with one hand tied behind me, it is that
Detroit Free Press.
Warned In Time.
Many an unhappy marriage Nigh
bovn baaD ovoi1aJ ~ tho brida had Onl7