The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1893-12-20

bent out and ourself in, but all our efforts
have resulted in failure. When we discover
ed that nothing could be lone through the
Harrison administration we waited patient
ly for that of Cleveland, but our waiting
has been in vain. The critter who is in
scents secure in his place. On several oc-
casions we have called the attention of the
postmaster general to the manner in which
our postotllce was run, and we have still
another specimen to offer. We called at
the Office the other day to makea complaint
about lost mail. The postmaster was sit
ting With his feet cooked up on n mailbag
and one of Il eastern exchanges in his
hand. We had scarcely entered the place
when he yelled:
What yer want here?"
We are II courteous cuss by instinct and
cultivation, and there was no pizen in our
voice as we stated our errand. Before we
had hnlf finished he rounded the mailbag
with hia hoof and s'ioated:
WHO is this a-talliin TO me anyhow"
The knockkneed, swivel juinted cactus
eater to pretend not to know us, 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 hall a minute and then jumped
up and ordered US ont of the Office. If the
miserable critter had any idea that his
pulling II u on us would hasten our exit
or abate one jot of our dignity, he discov-
cred his mistake. We backed out certain
ly. A gentleman should be able to back
out as we'll ns n mule The man who won't
back with the muZzle of u revolver looking
at the end OF his Roman nose has sawdust
in his head. Our exit was as near Chester
feldian as could be looked for under the
circumstances, and we have nothing to re-
greet in that direction. 1t too 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 AVE failed to get
sight of him to date. Although we want
to be postmaster, we are not biased on that
account. Our complaint is the complaint
of all others. 1t is Said that the critter
appointed because OF his being related
to a cabinet officer, but any cabinet officer
who would admit the tie ought to be run
over by a herd of a thousand mules. He is
not only n 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. If over
bearing In his manner to our home people,
his conduct toward strangers is simply out
rageous. A couple of weeks ago a New
England preacher who was on his vacation
struck this town and called at the post
office for mail which he was certain had
reached it. 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 at THE KICKER Office.
We lent him our guns and coached him on
what to do, and he eturned 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 a
dozen directed to other people, and there
were tears of gratitude in his eyes as he re-
turned our weapons.
1t seems to he the general feeling among
our citizens that we ought to shoot the
postmaster again, and shoot him more fa-
tally than ever before, but we won d rather
avoid trouble of that kind. So long MS it is
known that we banker for his place it
might look as II we shot him to create a
vacancy for onr benefit. However, we shall
give the matter our serious consideration.
If he won't resign and return to mule
whacsing, ard IL the postmaster general
continues to hs blind to the interests of his
department, something will be done by
somebody, ana il will very likely result in
u six hack funeral procession.