Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1890-08-07
Ito be continued.)
THE ARIZONA KICKER.
A Few Choice Cuttings from That Lively
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A Few Choice Cuttings from That Lively
Journal-Western Enterprise Continues
| to Lead.
The following items from the last num-
Der of the Arizona Kicker" are quoted in
the Detroit Free Press:
A Queer Proceeding: The other night
some of the boys came around and routed
US out of bed at midnight to go over and
see EN- hang Pete Smith. Pete is the
chap who killed Colonel Williams in a
J saloon row last fall, and who has had
shot at several other eminent citizens, in
Guiding ourself. For the last two weeks
he has been running the town, and his re-
fusal to take a hint resulted in his being
waited on by the vigilance committee.
| We reached the grounds to find Pete
standing on a barrel with a rope around
his neck. He knew his time had come,
and was ready to die game, but no sooner
did he learn OF our presence in the crowd
than he began to protest and object and
demand that we be run into the scrub.
We called his attention to the fact that he
had had two shots at us at close range,
and that we We're the only party on the
ground who could dish up his obituary in
good English but the ungrateful rough
kept on kicking and would not even argue
the case.
A man in this country can t have every
thing he wants no matter how big a bluff
fer he is, and when it was seen how I'M
reasonable Pete was the boys went ahead
with the hanging just the same, and Mr..
Smith, won't sail around our streets with
a gun on each hip for many moons to
come. We've seen some queer things
out here but the idea of a man like Pete
Smith obiecting to men like us seeing
him drop off a barrel rather caps the
climax. We are charitable enough to be-
lieve he was little off.
A Canard: The story in certain Chicago
papers that the editor of The Kicker"
runs fa1ro room in connection with the
newspaper bears the ear-narks of our
jealous pated contemporary There ism t
a word of truth in it.
1t was suggested by Colonel Kane about
a month ago that we give up portion of
our office space evenings to poker club of
which we are President, and we eheerfully
adopted suggestion and a game is on
every night from to II, but poker ism t
fairo-not by a long shot. Our..enemies
will gain nothing by circulating such
absurd stories about our character.
He Struck Snag: On the first day of
April we started Indian Dick out of town
to see how quick he could make Journey
around the world. To tell the honest
truth, we hadn't over a ton of confidence
in Dick. but he had so much ambition that
we gave him a dollar and half and told
when he reached Yokohama. The other
day we heard of him up at Overton ranch,
only twenty miles away, and that he had
been there ever since the Sd of April. 1t
seemed that he was doing bravely on his
trip, until he struck Overton's s, where an
Eastern genius is making some sort of
whisky out of the cactus roots. The first
taste of that liquor nailed Dick right to
the spot. and he hasn't moved ten rods
since. Under these circumstances all bets
are declared off, and all guesses have
been turned loose in the back yard to shift
for themselves.
Drawing the Line: Mayor Atwood, of
Tombstone, came down the other day to
ask a great favor of US. He wants US to
give him one of the bodies in our
private graveyard as starter in
establishing one of his own. While the
Mayor has been our friend from first to
! last. and while he always had a dollar for
us in the old DAYS when we were hard up,
we must draw the line somewhere. He
can have our shirt, our rabbits foot, our
dream book or our fine comb, but friend
skip passes when he approaches the grave
yard which we have been at so much pains
and expense to fit up and make feature of
this section of the country.
Don't Stop Aim: Last week we en-
gagged a new arrival from the East to act
as local editor Of the Kicker" He as
sured Us that MS name was Barlow, and
that he was close follower in the foot
steps OF Horace Greeley. After twenty
four hours trial he got tight. stole our
Sunday boots, gobbled mule and lit out
towards shutdown. Don't stop him on our
account. The owner of the null: may want
to see him, but We don't. Those boots
cost US So, but if Mr.. Barlow will only
keep away we shall consider it good bar
gain. He is about the twentieth disciple
of Greeley, Bennett or Raymond we have
tried in the last year, and we are tired
very tired.
Gratifying to ALI.