Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1893-12-11

ting with his feet cooked up on mailbag
and one OF our eastern exchanges in his
hand. We had scarcely entered the place
when he yelled:
what yer want heres"
We are q courteous cuss by instinct and
cultivation, and there was no pixen in our
voice as We stated our errand. Before we
had half finished he pounded the mailbag
with his hcof and shouted:
Who is this a-talkin to me anyhow"
The knockknced, swivel jointed cactus
cater to pretend not to know rs. when We
have shot him twice and licked him three
times during the last three years! We be-
gan to get red behind the ears, but we had
our dignity to maintain and proceeded to
restate the object of our call. He listened
to us for half minute and then jumped
up and ordered us on: of the Office. II the
miserable crittcr had any idea that his
pulling gun on MS would hasten our exit
Or abate one jot of orr dignity, he discov-
cred his mistake. We backed out certain
~. A gentleman should be able to back
out as well as n mule. The man who won't
back with the muZzle of a revolver looking
at the end Of his lfOman nose has sawdust
in his head. Our exit was rs near Chester
fieldian as could he looked for under the
circumstances. and we have nothing to re-
gret in that direction. 1t took us about
seven minutes to go to the Office. buckle on
our guns and return, but we could find
nothing to shoot. The postmaster had hid
den himself, and we have failed to get
sight of him to date. Although we want
20 he postmaster, we ere not biased on that
account. Our complaint is the complaint
Of all others. 1t is said that the crittcr
was appointed because OF his being related
10 a cabinet officer. hut any cabinet officer
who would admit the tie ought to be run
over by herd Of a Thousand mules. He is
aot only a postmaster who can barely read
and write, but has no social standing and
plays the poorest game Of poker of any off
cial Of the last administration. IL over
bearing in his manner to our home people,
his conduct toward strangers is simply out
rageous. a couple of weeks ego New
England preacher who was on his vacation
struck this town and called at the post
Office for mail Witch he was certain had
reached 1t. The postmaster was playing
poker with Blackfoot Jim and yelled at
the preacher to get out. The poor man was
half scared TO death and didn't know what
to do when he called ut THE KICKER office
We lent him our guns and coached him on
what to do, and he returned to the Office,
brought both shooters to bear on the post
master and demanded his mail. He not
only got six letters belonging to him, but
dozen directed to other people, and there
were tears OF gratitude in his eyes as he re-
turned our weapons
1t seems to be the general feeling among
our citizens that we ought to shoot the
postmaster again, and shoot him more IA
tally than ever before, but we would rather
avoid trouble Of that kind. So long as it is
known that we banker for his place it
might look rs if we shot him to create
vacancy for our benefit. However, we shall
give the matter our serious consideration.
II he won't resign and return to mule
whacking, and if the postmaster general
continues to be blind to the interests of his
department, something will he done by
somebody. and il will very likely result in
six hack funeral procession.