Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-08-20
THE ARIZONA KIckER.
The Editor Pities . CONTEMPORARY and
Argues With IN Alderman.
the Nsv yorA

The Editor Pities . CONTEMPORARY and
Argues With IN Alderman.
From the New Yorh Sun
WE Pity HIN.-The other night % we were
returning from the birthday party given By
Mrs. Col Bland on the occasion Of her eldest
daughters eighteenth birthday we heard q gun
60 on six times in rapid succession. while two
OF the bullets entered . telegraph pole about
ten feet above our head. They came from the
old gravel pit, and at Arst We thought some
drunken Indian was amusing himself by wasting
cartridges. AL Of sudden II struck Nc that
our esteemed contemporary might have broken
loose again. and We retraced cur steps and dis
covered a cadaverous crister teatet on stone
by the roadside and evidently overcome BY his
emotions 1t was our E. O, He had been
waiting IL the pits two hours FOR 10
to come along. and he had thrown away
six easy shoss in peppsring At N. We gave
him our heartfelt sympathies. Indeed We
have always felt dogsoned sorry for the man
Built to follow . corn pillow and intended by
nature to boss . cider min he drifted ont here
on the crest OF some erratic wave and started in
a. an editor. There has never been place for
him and the thought rankles In his soul That
IL 1t tries to, but he hasn't got enough soul for
one little ranile to slosh around In for ten
seconds. We didn't hurt him. We simply talked
to him till he cried and promised better things.
We've lent him ink and paper, got him out Of
jail, done his press work free gratis, introduced
him to decent folks and let him win go Of us at
poker. and he has shot at us no less than seven
Inherent times. but yet the critter don't and
never will amount to shucks. Some day he will
follow US around with bis rusty old shooter ard
keep popping until We get weary of the noise.
Then We shall pick him up and drive him into
the sand head hrst, and II anybody takes the
trouble to pull him out he win be found dead.
He REaRErs Ir.-His honor the mayor (who
lie ourself) deeply regrets the little incident
which interrupted the routine of the common
council work Friday evening, but at the same
time feels that ii Was not in the least bis fault
All our leading citizens have hsstened to assure
| him that he made no mistake The truth Of
the matter ia that Alderman Tom jackson Of
the first ward entered the council room ugly
drunk. He rose to speak when there was nc
question before the body, aud Was called to
order. He refused to heed the caution and was
mentioned by name and ordered to sit down.
This made him furious and he became abusive
The city marshal was ordered to put him out
but crawfshed. His honor then walked down
the aisle and, though covered BY shooter. he
disarmed the alderman, broke three benches
with his body and funR him down stairs in q
| miscellaneous heap, when be was carried home
| on door furnished by the Red Staf saloon
! people.
The alderman is said to have been somehow
telescoped until be 10 now only three feet high
but the doctors were pulling at him all day
yesterday in hopes TO draw him out foot o,
two, If no more. II he ever gets out again hi,
legs will be badly bowed, his shoulder bumped
up and he can never pose under q calcium ligh,
! as the western Hercules, which he claims &c
have done with great success He has been
| itching for the last three months to get up
row in the common council. and this is the re-
suit Of it. We understand that he il very con.
trite and humble and admits it Was all his owr
fault. but he sent for his guns yesterday and
had them cleaned and loaded. He will proba,
bly, fool around until funeral will be thu
proper caper.