The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-08-15
THE ARIZONA KICKER.
Items from the Last Issue of That Enter
prising Western Sheet.

prising Western Sheet.
A QUEER PRoCEEDIEG.-The other
night some of the boys came around and
routed us out of bed at midnight to go
| over and see 'em hang Pete Smith.
Pete is the chap who killed Colonel
| Williams in saloon row last fall, and
| who has had a shot at several other
eminent citizens, including ourself. For
! the last two weeks he has been running
| the town, and his refusal to take hint
resulted in his being waited on by the
, vigilance committee.
We reached the grounds to find Pete
standing on barrel with 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 were 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.
Aman in this country can't have every
thing he wants, no matter how big a
buffer he is, and when it was seen how
unreasonable Pete was the boys went
ahead with the hanging just the same,
and Mr.. Smith won't sail around our
streets with gun on each hip for many
moons to come. We've seen some queer
things out here, but the idea of man
like Pete Smith Directing to man like
us seeing him drop off barrel rather
, caps the climax. We are charitable
! enough to believe he was little off.
| A CANARD.-The story in certain Chi
cago papers that the editor of the
Kicker runs faro room in connection
with the newspaper bears the ear-marks
of our jealous-pated contemporary.
There isn't word of truth in it.
1t was suggested by Colonel Kane
about month ago that we give up
portion of our Office space during the
evening to a poker club of which we are
president, and we cheerfully adopted
the suggestion, and game is on every
night from seven to eleven, but poker
isn't faro-not by long shot. Our
enemies will gain nothing by circulat-
/ ing such absurd stories about our char
| acter.
He STRUCK A SNAG-On the first day
of April we started Indian Dick out of
town to see how quick he could make a
| journey around the world. To tell the
honest truth, we hadn't over ton of
confidence in Dick, but he had so much
ambition that we gave him dollar and
a half and told him to draw on us for
some more when he reached Yokohama.
The other day we heard of him up at
Overton's ranch, only twenty miles
away, and that he had been there over
since the Sd of April. 1t seemed that
he was doing bravely on his trip until
he struck Overton's, where an Eastern
! genius is making some sort of whiskY
out of 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-Major Atwood,
of Tombstone, came down the other day
to ask great favor of us. He wanted
us to give him one of the bodies out of
our private graveyard as a starter in
establishing one of his own. While the
Major has been our friend from first to
last, and while ne always had dollar
for us in the old days when we were
| hard up, we must draw the line some
where. He can have our shirt, our rab-
bits foot our dream book or our fine
comb, but friendship ceases when he ap-
proaches the graveyard 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 HIM-Last week we en-
| gagged a new arrival from the East to act
as local editor of the Kicker. He as
sured us that his name was Barlow and
that he was a 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 toward shutdown. Don't stop him on
our account. The owner of the mule may
want to fee him, but we don't. Those
boots cost US S12, but if Mr.. Barlow will
only keep away we shall consider it
good bargain. He is about the twentieth
disciple of Greeley, Bennett or Ray
mond we have tried in the last year,
and we are tired-very tired. Detroit