Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1886-07-23
GRANGEvILLE, IDAHO.
PLAYING THE FIDDLE.
An Editors Story of How He Once q
Twenty New Subscribers.


Twenty New Subscribers.
The yarns that newspaper men never
talk about except sub rosa illustrate the
strange vicissitudes to which the man
who embarks on the great sea of jour
nalism is subjected. know not long
since that there were several Of us con-
gregated together in a favorite haunt,
and we naturally began to spin out
weird legends connected with the pro-
fession which lay nearest our hearts.
Said veteran editor: "Some years
ago 1 was editor, proprietor, typo, mail
ing clerk, book-keeper, pressman and
devil and Tom Walker of country
weekly. Perhaps weakly would be the
proper way to spell it.
"Well, subscriptions were coming in
at the rate of two every three weeks,
and | was waiting for the forlorn hope
of three-line ad. to assist me in whis-
ting to keep the ghosts of, when a
lawyer-the lawyer-of the village in
which the Amtagomistic Agitator was
published proposed that we go over to
Ragged Edge and attend court. l
agreed if he would go halves in the
team. so we bulldozed the owner of the
only buggy and set out on our journey.
Ragged Edge was city set upon a
hill. The courthouse square was ten
acre lot, and the jail was built far
enough away that the citizens were not
disturbed by some fractions criminal en-
gagged in the illegal occupation of jail
breaking. Around the square were
several dwellings, two or three general
stores and a grocery.
81 put up at the only hotel in the
place, which was cross between an
inn and farmhouse, and when l ate
supper did so with timid feeling, for
l still had conscience then, knowing
that unless Providence interposed /
would leave the town indebted to the
landlord the amount of my bill, minus
one years subscription to the Agitator
and half-column puff.
After supper ! strolled sdown to the
grocery. In and around it were assem-
bled ten or fifteen jurors, htigants and
court bummers. On barrel in one
corner sat fiddler, saving away for
dear life, while the audience chatted in
low tones, SO as not to embarrass the
musician. introduced myself as editor
of the Agttator, and all looked at me in
suspicious way, as if they were uncer-
tain of my calling. Two or three out
siders came in to get good look at me.
Having learned to play the fiddle in my
youth, the thought struck me TO try it
on that audience, and when the fiddle
stopped for rest took up the instru-
ment and began to rasp out few
notes.
"'Do you play the fiddle, misterP'
asked the grocery-keeper.
"a little, l replied.
"'Play the dickensr muttered a fell
low, as he took a fresh chew of to-
bacco.
THAT remark got my blood up, and
tuning the rickety instrument l began
to give them Old Rosum the Bow BY
the time got through the boys were
all silent, and the crowd had increased
until there was no longer standing
room in the building.
'''Give us another That's bully,
My treat, come on and have some.
thin were the remarks heard on every
side.
''After the drinks I began again, ant
it was late before they let me off.
"'Boys, that Teller deserves some
thing said the man of groceries; 'chil
in, now, and take his paper
'.And I'll be blessed if 1 didn't ge
twenty new subscribers before / lef
the house. "-Atlanta Constitution.