Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1893-03-23
A TASTE OF RAWHIDE.
THE EDITOR OF THE TRIBUNE
CALLED TO ACCOUNT.
A Young Waiter Girl Lays on the
Lash.

Yesterday afternoon. about hall
past clock, a scene was enacted OIL
Telegraph street near the corner by
Joseph Platt's residence, which drew
large and interested crowd, and
has furnished town talk ever since
Tha sensation was no less than the
thrashing of Ed Parkinson, editor OF
the Tribune, by young waiter girl
of the Arlington House.
1t appears that the day before the
managers of the Arlington House in
making some changes in the help,
discharged the young lady, and the
same afternoon the Tribune had a
splteful paragraph in the paper at
tributing her discharge to lack of
moral character.
She had made arrangements to 90
to Ogden, where place awaited her,
and where her relatives resid d.
Seeing the item she decided not to
go until she had given the editor
piece Of her mind.
PURCHASED A RAwHIDE.
Yesterday afternoon she invested
so cents in arawhide and announced
her intention of calling on the editor
and making him retract his slur.
Her friends dissulded Ter from
this course and supposed she had
given it up, but ia the afternoon af>
ter the Tribune had gone to press,
she went up on Telegraph street and
there intercepted HIM on the corner
of Curry and TIE egraph streets.
DENIES HIS IDENTITY.
As Parkinson reached the corner
he saw trim little woman striking
toward him, with flashing eyes and a
whip in her hand. He knew what
was coming and turned as pale as a
ghost
"Are you the editor Of The Trib-
une?' she asked.
ono m-mam
Isn't your name Parkinson?" was
the next query.
IN uo-no it amt; III leave it
to this man here; IL amt Parkinson
am ~
No of course not, Of course he
amt said the man addressed, who
appea, i willing TO help tie editor
out of his dilemma.
Il know better" she replied and
the next instant there was a swish
ia the air and the whip came down on
Parkinson's shoulder with a smart
crack.
The beleaguered editor at once
lifted his cane saying, I'm cripple
don't hit me. Don't hit me.
Here several parties rushed in,
got between the two averting further
blows.
Then Mr.. Parkinson got a fv
minute tongue lashing, such as he
never dreamed Of before. Under the
shower of accusations that came from
the excited woman he started toward
home and when he had gone about
half block she started after him
whip in hand, but Mat Brannan
who happened to be passing the spot,
followed her quickly and grabbing
her arms begged her to desist.
Parkinson turned and with his cane
in the air awaited the attack, nearly
frightened out Of his seases. Mr..
Billings of the Tribune staff came up
aud started home with Parkinson,
while Brannan restrained the infuri-
ated girl who vowed she would cut
him to pieces.
Parkinson ken on up the street,
begging the bys',nders to hold the
girl, and with Billings as body
guard, reached his home in safety.
Several other parties interfcred
md she was led back to the hotel
where she laid down her whip and
mad good crying spell. She said
he item was uncaiIed for, false and
and put in to injure her
character.
THE AFTER EXCITEMENT.
The street was crowded with peo- :,
lie during the episode and nothing
Use was talked of last evening.
The verdict everywhere was that
he item, true or false, was uncslled
or and not fit for the columns of
amily newspaper. =
The girl was applauded for her Y