Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-28

drawing IA gallon of molasses, shoe a
bronco mule, write sermon on humility
and whip wife. He would then put up
the molasses, wipe his fingers on his
whlskers and write an editorial entitled,
I'VE Have Come to Stay" He remained in
Omaha and Council Bluffs until one day he
saw man enter the store wearing new
silk hit. The next morning Mr.. johnson
sold out his varied interests and went to
Salt Lake City, where he became the head
OF several more families.
His wonderful versatility in matters Of
business was obtained by driving bobtail
car on Forty-second street. New York, while
quite young, during which time he had to
drive skittish horse, make change with his
teeth, whip, the newsboys off the rear plat
form and shove snow off the track at the
same time. Mr.. Byron Reed has the
Arroso complete with the exception OF No. 6.
Mr.. Pattison was the editor. He was also
a successful obstetrician and undertaken,
which frequently gave him scoop over his
rivals in Chicago. His ''Salutatery," as
Mr.. N. G. Barrow, the able associate editor
OF the Boomerang, used to say, starts out as
follows:
"Well, strangers, friends, patrons and
the good people generally, wherever in the
wide world your lot may be cast. and in
whatever CLINE this Arro,o may reach you;
here we are upon Nebraska soil, seated upon
the stump of an ancient oak, which serves
for an editorial chair, and the top of our
badly abused beaver for table, we purpose
editing the Arrog." He then took another
drink.
Pattison was of romantic mold and was
married under large tree during heavy
thunderstorm. do not know why he did
this.
A SOULFUL WRITER.
He wrote some real touchful things, one
of which was called ga Night in Our Sane
tum.' It went on to state that there was
more joy in one moment of the glad, free,
unlettered life in the prairie than a thou
sand years in the bosom of civilization,
weaving suspenders and putting dinner off
till after dark. He loved to commune with
nature and chew maroon plug tobacco. He
scorned the roar and bustle of the crowded
cities like Dubuque, and yearned to nes-
tie in the wild wood and listen to the chip
munk's honest bark. He turned up his
nose at New York and the other settlements,
and wanted to just lie back in the lap OF
nature and live on her relatives.
But how changed! Where once the loud
cry of the contending warriors, the ever
"oAAAtS OAoHS VI tuC OlOuA anu tuG Ou1dud,
Glove the air, we'll dressed men, between the
acts, come in and Glove the air. Where
once there were no luxuries whatever, now
we rode on an electric train which does the
rapid transit from one extreme of Council
Bluffs to the further extremity of Omaha
Where once was heard the hiss of the
arrow as it sped on its way to the middle
OF white man who was looking
the other way, now all is changed.
Where there were once no resi-
dences, to say nothing of hotels, 1
visited town in interior Nebraska last
week where they had a good hotel with
matches in the Office. "What do you want
it for?" asked the landlord when said I
wanted a match. said had Just chopped
some wood and wanted to start a fire
in my room If he would let me have match
that he was not using. Then be took key
out of his pocket, blew grain of wheat out
of it, and, looking at me with keen, search
ing glance, opened drawer in his desk and
got me blue-headed match.
Omaha has some good hotels. but good
cooking is the last thing to penetrate into
new country, and especially at hotels.
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