Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1893-04-28

would decide both the mandamus and
quo warranto cases in favor of Warden
Boucher and the holdover board of
trustees, and he wished it understood
that the decision was merely a pro
forma one, upon which to base an appeal,
made to the satisfaction of all con-
cerned.
The attorney general at once gave
notice of an appeal in both cases, and
the matter will come up at the supreme
court, which convenes May I'd.
A Loud Lament.
The following is a spasm from the exchange
editor which could not be restrained. All due
efforts we're made. to that end, but they were of
no avail, 1t was irrepressible and could not be
seprsssed. IT. is induced, presumably, BY the
ton, ~superinduced by the ~latenees of the spring.
There is a something about the
weather which renders it a never failing
subject Of discussion. Just why this
should be go it is difficult to say, unless
it is because the stock of weather never
runs low, and also because nearly all of
the residents of this terrestrial sphere
have more or less experience with differ
ent kinds of weather, are familiar with
the topic. aud discuss it without fear of
exposing ignorance. But be this as it
may, the fact first stated remains the
same and a coming of the TR1BuSE's
exhange list reveals a number of printed
remarks, which prove the assertion. In
n place the weary exchange editor
finds items like the following:
".Uncle Dusenberry HaySeed saws it's
going to be a late spring. Uncle Dusen-
berry has q bunioR on his left foot, and
whenever this pains him, its a never fail
ing sign. We will swear by Uncle Dusen-
berry,"
The exchange editor signs a little, as
the incalculable value of Uncle Dusen.
berry's corn as a barometer, rain gage
and weather proRnosticator forces itself
upon his cobweb. clouded intellect, and
then, after realizing Of how little i'm
p%ortance his bunionless feet are to the
meteorological world, puts by sacredly
the exchange which contains 80 valuable
a hint as to the probabilities in the
weather line, and takes up another.
Perchance his glance rests upon some-
thing like the following:
Ut was a cold day, yesterday. Had it
not been winter, many people would have
quite surprised to see snow upOn the
ground.
What a world of information is
scattered broadcast in the above! "It
was a cold day, yesterday" How CRATE
full towards the author of such a bit of
news does the exchange editor feel as
he caresses carefully a frostbitten nose,
and blows into the lower CRATE of an
obstinate stove, until his eyes are filed
with ashes and his spirit with bitterness!
How he feels his insignifcance, and, as
he reads again those stirring lines lit
was a cold day, yesterday" how does he
lament the feebleness of the genius
which inspires his own pen, and realize
that he is indeed but a frail skiff upon
the tossing ocean of journalism!
He searches further and reads caro-
fully, and as he reads he ponders, and
absorbs all of merit which he discerns.
He lays by exchange after exchange, and
in each one he sees some offspring of the
prolific p%aternal pen of the weather writer
Soon his eye lights upon another item,
displaying in its production more pro.
found research than any he has yet en-
countered:
'For a little place, Dogtown has as much
weather a. many cities much larger. The
reign OF Spring will be hailed with de-
light"
*.
The exchange editor gasps for breath,
as the genuine wit Of the latter remark
forces itself upon him. He leans back,
and in his imagination he can see the
writer burst into spasms of hysteric
laughter, as he takes his pencil from
paper and looks at his joke, all nicely
written out and ready to be put in type.
"Ihe reign of spring will be hailed
with delight" The beauty of it! The
genius of it! The delicately humorous
play upon rain and hail!
The exchange editor closes his eyes
anc dreams of the fame which cannot
but come to the author Of such scintil.
lantly, sparklingiy humorous para
graphs. But a gruf "copy!" from the
devil arouses him, and he puts the ex.