The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-04-06
A TEXAS JOURNALIST IN THE
 WHITE HOUSE.

Colonel Bill Snort, of the Crosby County ClariOn and Fdymer's Findicdtor, is & typical country journalist on the Texas frontier. He is creation of Editor Sweet of Texas SiTtiags Colonel Snort following the example of the New York Graphic, has fopped and is now an ardent Republican, residing in the White House and guiding the present administration by his wise counses. However as will be seen by the follow ing letter to friend in Texas, his bed is not composed entirely of roses.
 WASHINGTON, ID. C.. March l6
 My DEAR JOHNNY lam not feeling we'll to day 1 am as full of misery a shad is of bones. Of course, the president knows that until recently up to the time that Topped and became an un- wavering Radical at $l50 month, was a li:e- long Democrat on principle l know this, too. hence when my former Democratic friends from Texas call at the White House and tell the truth in a loud and vociferous tone of voice about my bull dozing Republican niggers in Texas, and stufing ballot boxes, I'd rather listen to something else particularly if Russ Harrison and the nigger stenographer are in the next room where they can hear every word that is said and giggle
 There four five old Texas chums of mine in Washington now, and they don't seem to have anything else to do except to distend their skins with whisky, or beer, or both, until you can hear it swash about on the inside. When they get so far gone they can't see through forty foot ladder they waddle up to the White House and refuse to leave until they have seen their friend, "Kurnel Bill Snort of Texas, sah." I'd enjoy their visits more if was dead out of town. They bore until they strike ile-I mean whisky. wish now that had associated with respectable people instead of politicians when lived In Texas
 Old Judge Goozeman from Caaveras Creek in Texas was here one day last week. You know he has a nose that looks more like a Chinese lantern than the nasal organ of 6 human being, and he seems to be proud of it. When he called to see me President Harrison was in an adjoining room receiving delegation Of ladies belonging to the Christian Women's Temperance Union
 Goozleman was drunk, as usual, and when I hesitaed in accepting his invitation to wreste for the beer, he suddenly unlimbered his lower jaw, and lifting up his hand painted nose like the old coyote that he is, to the tune of "My Maryland" he caterwauled:
 %ssSI %sssSIISH1s as sT. m{ Sssas Ss@IShD: s:ou.D..s
 My nose was fair to gaze upon
 But now aasi tis painted.
 For the next few moments was kept so busy hustling the red nosed scavenger with blue mould and cock eye out into the fresh air. and kicking him, that forgot to ask for an encore.
 The delegation from the Christian Women's Temperance Union left suddenly, and at the supper table the president seemed pensve. Perhaps they were mad because didn't introduce them to the prairie vocalist, but aint sure of it. But what happened yesterday capped the climax. l was in my office writing a red hot Republican editorial for "Lige" Haford the presidents private secretary, which Lige palms of on the New York Tribune for his own. When Lige, who is another "pOwer behind the throne" sends an article to 6 paper and asks the editor to find place for it, the place the editor finds is in the waste basket so he has made 6 little private arrangement with me to do his literary work for him. To be writer all man needs is paper, pencil and brains. Lige has