The Forrest City times., 1893-06-16
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| LAST month our SeillOl dlteHueu thc meeting of the National Editorial As sociation at Chicago, and since his re- turn has been very reticent in regard to the pleasures of the trip, meeting all inquiries with had d good time" The following clipping was found in his vest pocket-kept, perhaps, as d re- hinder of the high old time:"
 For fun the press club held a re- ception in honor of the visiting news paper men. All in town were invited. I They all can 6. That is one of the req son why seats were taken on the floor. There were not chairs enough for all; there could not possibly be. For some l to sit on chairs and others to stand would not do at all That would be destroying the equality which knight hood of the press coniers, and ln the press club every man is knight, re- porter and editor alike,
 l In this floor sitting arrangement, toe. there was something suggestive of the comradesbip that reaches it's full perfection around the camp fire. This comradeship bloSsomed into fervld | fel low ship as the night wore. and the visitors were ithankful that they had all decided to plant themselves on the l floor. The visitors began to arrive about o'clock, but it was two hours later before anything like an attempt was made to lnaugurate d programme. There were some interesting inciden- 1 tals to be attended to first. For in- stance, there was a stumbling block in the shape of loving cup big enough and full enough for regiment. It naturally took some time to get past this punch bowl. Then there was in- troductiOns to be made and old asSo citations to be renewed. There were ancient "reminiscences to revive and old scores to settle.
 Four fierce e-looking men arrived at II o'clock. They carried scimitars as big and as deadly looking as scythes. But they were harmless. The warrors were smoking cigarettes. and to these 1 they paid more attention than to the swiping weapons which they carried. They were garhed in scarlet robes, | which hung on their frames as if they had been put on with pike. Bedouin | chiefs they were, brought in from Mid | way to give an exhibition of swords manship for the members of the club l They nearly cleared the reception room when they began to fight They swept circles in the air with their swords and jumped and danced like bronchos. In ring -arOund-a-rosy fashion the news paper men sat on their haunches around the lively Bedouins. The chief shouted 'Wha" and "Hoo' and Raw, raw" as they showered sounding blows on one another's shields. They jumped and slashed and shouted until their l frenZed antics set the Dilemians cheer ing One of the chiefs was d particularly numerous buck. He was the swagger of the quartet. One phase of the fight" l was that this mighty fellow was to wal lop the other three. Before the actual l set-to he walked around the ring, his sword gittering ominously as he wheeled it around his head. He grinned i'll derisiOn at his three foes and walked l around with the air of a bully. He i took high steps, like horse with the | stringhait, and he swept his blanket | about with d whirl now and again, as much as to say; Who'll tread on the ! tail of my coat?"
 Ben King had this thought in his mind, for he uttered coattail l excla nation once when the Bedouin did the whirl in front of him. That l BedOuin may lever have seen the Emerald Isle and he may be a straight and unadulterated man of the desert but Den King Is man of veracty. and he swears by all the pianos he ever put out of tune that he heard the war rior say between his teeth. Be jabers. " Whatever he is, he sashed the pot cover shields off the arms of his three antagonists and,stOod on his head for three minutes.
 l The warriors retired weary and weak
 A dip in the big cup near the door and three cigarettes apiece restored them and they danced the Ash Wa" caper. 1t IS cross between four handed reel and d breakdown. The orientals whacked away with their big feet until they fell to floor for want of wind. They were lifted into q carriage and taken back to Midway.
 Ben King came next with piano. pounding. To make his hair look like
 Paderewski's he got Frank PiXley to run a pitchfork through it. Then Ben lathered the keys and kissed them and daintily tapped them. He bent down his head on the keyboard as ii he
 was looking for pin, then he drew his cranium back over his collar and rolled his eyes. He was cheered and cheered but there were no women there to hug him and pelt him with flowers. Ben recited, too, The recitation was of his own making.
 From the floor the entire company bounded soon after Ben got through
 This bound was an act of gallantry for at the door appeared four creatures of grace and beauty in whose presence no man, much less chiyalrous bohe-