The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1889-11-13
q FEED Foa THE GIRLS.
How Printers S4nle of IIu,n3P Worked
Healtay is!ii of F..ra Ento Hsr-
rowing FI!e.

rowing II iie.
A series of short stories under the
caption. boomerang Wit. or Hit by
the Recoil," would give the world
faint idea OF how xlanY promising
Young men annually get funn. and lose
good jobs. Every body knows how
hard it is to get strong, healthy job
and also how easily Il rugged job will
pine away and die for want of proper
care. Young men who are dependent
on Il grinding corporation for their ci-
gasettes can not be too careful in this
matter and the moment the job begins
ailing they should consult DIR. B. Rains
or DIR. Horace Sense.
A printcr who is now busily engaged
looking for work re.atcd his expe-
rience last night in this line.
Il had Il good j.'b," he said, 'in
Monroe street fiction foundry-one of
those print shops where they pAblish
stories of the skeleton Hunters Last
Gurgiing Grasp order by the cord. 1t
is the rankest kind of rot, and syliable
to give Il printer notwithstanding if he
handles much of it. It the SORT OF
literature that induces little boys to get
up in the night, steal the old mans
pocketbook, buy guns, and start out
west to rescue the imperiled maiden
from the lair of the robber chief
tain and restore her to her agonized
parents.
There were twenty printers and six
liars. each fuil-fledgeI Ananias,
working in the place. The liars sat at
aetaDie in one end of the room grind
ing out those unwholesome stories as
fast as we could put them in type: One
day got wad of copy that was posi-
lively sickening. 1t was about azlove-
ly girl who had been captured and
torn from her home by heartless
white desperate and his band of blood
thirsty Apaches. The girl was in
desperate fix. She either had to- mar
ry the villain or become his wife, he
didn / care which, and he was then on
his way to cave in the mountains,
where he was going to have the cere-
mony performed.
'1iEtt night they camped in rocky
gorge 200 miles from nowhere and
bound the unfortunate maiden to a
tree with the usual buckskin thongs,
which cut deep into her tender wrists.
Then they all laid down and went to
sleep. In the meantime Old Zeke the
Hairy Scout, who was on the trail,
sneaked up just at daylight, when peo-
pie sleep the soundest. Zeke sailed in
and killed twenty-five or thirty In
dians with the burt-end of his srttsty
rifle. He didn't want TO shoot for.fear
he would waken the others. Then,
after le had cut a notch foreach corpse
on his gun-stock and hung the coarse,
black >calp-loeks to his belt. he re-
leased the girl, hoisted her under his
arm. jumped into the saddle, and rode
away
He rode at full speed for forty EIGHT
miles without stopping. When night
closed in the bold scout pulled rein
and went into camp. First he picketed
his horse, then built a fire fixed cot
of leaves for the girl, and got her some
thing to eat out of his saddle-bags.
This was where got in my work.
The first thing Zeke took out of the
bags was several thick slices of fresh
Vienna bread with honey on them.
Next came cold boiled ham, cut thin,
an apple-pie with short, crispy upper
crust, and last il tender spring chicken
roasted delicate brown. Mind YOU,
he had all this stuff in Il pair of saddle
bags in the wilds of the Rocky noun
tains, 200 miles from civilization, in
the year 1886. 1t made me sick, but
l resolved that the poor girl should
have one good feed if died for it. So
showed in another paragraph like
this, completing the bill of fares"
After getting the girl started Zeke
reached into the saddle-bag and pulled
ont bowl of steaming hot consomme
and broiled fresh mackerel, some
deviled crabs, cold siaw, potato, salad,
a half-fly, veal outlets Dreaded, with
tomato sauce. green corn on the cob,
,, some clam chOwder, stewed turkey,
portion of rice pudding, two cups of
chocolate, pork tenderloin. Rochefort
,heese, aud bottle of Bass ale, Sara
-ogo chips, plate of vanilla ice
cream, a Chinese paper napkins sliced
,ucumbers, some California grpaes,
and nickel-plated nnt-eracker.'m
Did it go?" asked an interesting
listener?
mo, it didn't" said the printer sad
| ly. but / did. The boss came to me
next morning with a proof slipiand
wanted to know who was writing that
story. l said the author was making
stagger in that direction, but wasn't
giving the girl fair show.
THAT may be- said the boss, but
If he wants to run cafe in connection
with story we'll hire a cook and make
it easier for YOU
Then he told me that 1 was too
smart to be printer and had better
go out where the cool air would strike
me. l went"