The Washington critic., 1886-05-12
GNEETING.

THE CRITIC to-day extends the hand
of fellowship TO the Brains of New
York State. 1t does not understand
how that great and Empire State can
conduct its affairs while It's Brains are
scattered over the magnificent dis.
tances Of Washington, but THE Critic
is not iuquisitive, 1t does not worry
itself about the body when the Brains
are at its disposal, and the Brains are
in that shape now. There are indi.
viduals in this cold, unfpeling world
who do not recognize Brains; they
never had any themselves and they are
more to be piticd than censured. We
extend to them our best brand of pity.
They are they who levy tax on
Brains and ask material wealth for the
extension of such privileges as railroad
Princes, theatre Kings, circus En-.
pcrors, baseball Tycoons, horse.racc
Satraps and all the mighty of earth are
only too glad to serve upon silver
salver as q deserving tribute to genius.
We scorn thcm Scorn them utterly
And we hasten to say that our specially
is Brains, and we would at any time,
get up in the middle of the night, or
at either end of it, for that matter, and
go miles and miles to recognize Brains.
Nor do we ever fail to recognize them.
That's why we write this article We
feel that the opportunity of filing a
long-felt want is now afforded us aud
we hope to do our share toward filling
it so full that it will have to be carried
home on q shutter.
As stated elsewhere in this treatise
the Brains of New York State are with
us to-day, and we hope that the Presi-
dent, and Secretaries, and Senator'S,
and Congressman, and Recorder Of
Deeds and other able and representa-.
tive heads from that Commonwealth,
who are with US always, will not feel
that we are making any invidious dis
tinctions when we say that by Brains
we mean the Editors. We repeat it, the
Editors 1t is by and through them
that greatness is thrust upon the un.
editorial mass and those who rise in
office are but fdt heroes. "Two.dol.
lars -per.year-in advance" is the shib
boleth Of the hosts which have hurried
them to the splendor of their achieve.
ments, and the Editors have headed
those hosts, and only in few instan
ces is q wounded and weary veteran
seeking an honorable pension, re
warded with a postoflice. There are
not enough postoilices to satisfy the
needs of the hour.
But the editors are with us; they OF
the pen, the pastepot and the scissors
they who manipulate the Archimedear
lever that moves the world, they who
send broadcast through all the laud the
pillionf folded multiple of thought
they who evince no surprise when al
old subscriber comes in aud lays an EGG
on the editorial table; they who ma
terialize the art preservative of Art
they who love to have their subscribers
teach them how to edit paper; they
who direct the affairs of state and com
mand armies; they who tell plain, un
vanished tales Of irregular truth; the,
who point the way to all good things o
earth and seldom have time to get ther,
themselves! These, llow.ctzens, ar,
the men you have with you to day, anC
if you want glowing chromos of you
goodly and beautiful city to be strewr
over the State of New York like leave
Of Vallambrosa, treat them well ant
treat them freauently-very frequently