The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-18
PHILOSOPHY.

Some Observations Life by an Intelligent
Composition.
Detroit Free Press.
''It's all the dumbdest kind o. foolishest non
sens" said "Whiskers." otherwise known in the
composing room as Slug 16, IAN I'm sick O. it."
What is?" inquired the makeup" sweeping
a pile of foot slugs and quons from the surface
OF the lmposing-stone into the drawer beneath
That's what it is" continued Whiskers, am
biguously knocking the ashes from his clay pipe
on his boot heel
''Well, what is it," persisted the makeup
sliding four-column ad. into the form.
why all this slushy chat about success in life
beln the result of pure devotion to ones perfesh.
It's all CUFF. Big lum tum ROSTERS what has
made their lucky, an hanu got any further to
60 to crafty ambition; men who thinks they're
mighty bif-who've got thar in great shape
they don't cling to their profession costern
poor folks They're just as likely to stuff off an
enjoy themselves in pecoolar and eccentri:
Horace Greeleys day, an knowed him an held
cases on the Tribune when Horace was the
pamlest. Horace was great editur; mine you
don't say word agin his edith. even if his
stuff was hard to read-always allowed me 10
cents extra to set it-but it wasn't the ambition
of his life to be great editur, was it nowl'
well, We'll play it was; go on said Slug 10.
"Play nothin'. | say it wasn't. But Horace
got thar didn't he! He took the cake, didn't he?
Didn't he now honesW
Go in Whiskers; you've got thirty minutes
before it's time to take copy" said the foreman.
YES, Horace made the rifle. He got to be
the biggest editor in the Ian in his day. And
then what does Horace do What did he turn
his attention to2 Cabbages! Horace wasn't sat
isfed with ben something he could boss in, but
he mus go fddlin' aroun' with something he
didn't know nothin' about, an couldn't handle,
and the consequence was, whereas he could make
big money runnin' a newspaper his cabbages
cost him ST. 81 head. Bah!
Then there's Dana-Char1es A. Dana. He
knows how to conduct newspaper, but he amt
satisfied III that way, not by durn sight His
hobby is hens He thinks his forte is runnin'
hen house. an the consequens is he's got
chickens scattered all over Long Island and the
Jersey shore. That's his forte, he thinks-hens
is. BAIL believe in a shoemaker stickin' to his
last
Then there's Hayes-Rutherford ex-Presi-
dent-touched the top rung of the ladder afore
he quit; he's got the hen fever too. He amt
satisfied with political glory, but he must try an
cross those poultry breeds as God never intended
should be crossed. Waugh! Don't talk to me-
AN there's Bonner, another old print. Me
an him used to work together in the same alley,
onct He's good chunk of a journalist, but he
don't know it. Bonner thinks he's boss jockey.
He's stuck on fast stock. He isn't satisfied to
run in the same rut natur' intended for him to
run in.
Look at exPresident Arthur. Why, that
man would leave the White House door wide
open an go off fshin. ulster do that when |
was kid but never did so after I adopted the
printin perfession. I'm true to my calm. an
chew me eff Id leave the White House fodder to
rassel my grub in muskeeter swamp like
country picknicker. It's altogether too lowerin'
to the individual, an it stultifys ones appetite.
ANY chump can go fishin'. Humph!
'Thcn thar's Jay Gould. He's so rich he can
hear the interest comm in O. nights-just a-raln
in in like dead matter rattlin' into your cases
when you're distrbutin'. He doesn't know,
though, what hes cut out for Jay doesn't, but
he goes monkeyin' aroun' flowers and hot houses,
smelling o geraniums, oleanders, pinks, Gala
lilies an SIGH. Never satisfied with his perfes-
sion as boss fnancier. It's the way O. the
world, though. Slug IL, give US a chaw O.
that plug o terbacco l see stickin' out yer boot
leg"