Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-07-19
RIVAL EDITORS.

semble 1t at all.
Rowe was good looking, bright, active,
we'll educated young fellow, with whom
should certainly have been friendly under
different circumstances, but this was now
quite impossible.
One publication day sat down early to
do up the customary batch of ''scathing
exposures" and "unanswerable arraign-
ments' of The Spy when Bud Haskins,
my editorial assistant, compositor, job
printer, mailing clerk and man of all work,
came in bealning with joy
'Got some good news for you, Mr.. War
REM" said he, grinning. Cording to
the way it looks now, there won't be no
Spy this week-praps not next week
p'r'aps never~
"How's that?" l inquired, much pleased
Groves sick abed-fever or sunthin
He can't do stroke Of work, n that fel
low Mckay he has with him amt of no
great use. No Spy this week, tell you. F"
For moment, mean as the emotion
was, felt glad. If Rowe missed an issue
or two, he would lose the ground he had
gained and probably would have to give
up altogether Then should be left with
the whole field to myself. Yes actually
felt glad
"I'm going out for few minutes
Bud" called to Haskins
Ny reception at The Spy office was chill
ing. AS entered the dingy, pine boarded
room Mckay, q big, stupid looking man,
| stared and then sided toward a mallet on
| the imposing stone.
II want to see Mr.. Rowe" said l.
He's in bed up stairs" growled Nc
Kay, lifting the mallet.
On u camp bed in the attic lay Rowe,
flushed, breathing with difficulty and roll
ing his head iritably about the coarse pill
low. He seemed a combatiye person. 1t
took some little time to convince him that
my intentions were friendly, but when he
became assured of this he met me with the
| manifest frankncss
"You're good fellow, Warren, he ex-
claimed, Selling my hand. 1--WE been
| fool''-
NO more than L.
well, then, we've been pair of fools
| If ever come out of this, We'll be pair
Of friends instead, butt He broke off
with Il groan.
Come, come" said l, "you aren't go
ing to die. You'll be well in week or
two"
Il know that, but the paper-the paper!
I can't do solitary thing, and Mckay
alone won't get the matter up in week"
Fright enough. Now let's see how we
can manage it. can do your part of the
composition today and finish up my own
tonight. If we're both u day late it won't
make much difference. I'll begin setting
at once
Hurrying down stairs to escape Rowe's
thanks, L came upon q spectacle which
took my breath away. Standing at a case
sleeves rolled up and thoroughly at home
clicking the type into his stick at great
rate, was Bud Haskins.
"HelloP' said he, looking around,
'how's your editor, publisher, N propi'tor
today? Fin him pretty comf't'bleY"
"How on earth did you get here?" de.
manded !.
Same way you did. Got to thinkin-
that's all. ;"
In few moments was scribbling away
on an improviscd desk by the bedside al
most as fast as Bud was setting the type
below. Scratch, scratch-think an instant
scratch, scratch again-think once more
and so on until a pile of copy had &C.
cumulated. This was the beginning:
A FATAL FALsEHOOD.
Our by no means courteous and not in the
least esteemed contemporary, The Spy, which
is ct once u disgrace to American journalism
Il libel upon tho name of u newspaper and
blot upon the fair city in which it is as yet
still scornfully suffered to drag out an exist
cnce noxious to others and of no value to
itself, etc.
Rowe listened without saying u word
At the end no quietly remarked:
That's a powerful article, Warren
"Wcll, now, sec how this one strikes
you And began reading again
DESPICABLE DECEPTION.
We had hitherto supposed that the utmos,
imaginable depths Of reckless, shameless, hon.
or'ess, constituencies mendacity had long age
been reached by that sheet unknown to fame,
but intimately acquainted with infamy under
the name of The Herald
Rowe bounced up in bed.
DO you mean to say you re going tC
abuse yourself like that?" said he.
II mean to say that such a savage arti.
Gle as mine has got to be replied to q little
more savagely if possible
Rowe by this time had taken the humoI
or the situation into his fcvered brain He
replied family;
II think you'd better call yourself 'falsi.
fer first and save up the ignoramus' for
use later on. Toward the last you might
work in some reference to your general re-
sembIance to u donkey, if you don't
mind''
"Mindp Why, it's the very point l
want. I'll say that the only thing in
which l don't resemble donkey is my ut
ter incapacity for any useful employment. u
Suppose you attack me AGAIN." sug.
gestcd Rowe when the article was finished.
There should be at least two sharp lead,
CTS in each paper. You might mention the
probability of my being ridden out of town
Oh u rail because tho citizens can't stand
my continual lying any longer"
Aided by Rowe's suggestions, wrote
until had matter enough for four col.
umns two for each paper. There were
pair of Outrageously abusive leaders fol
The Herald, a pair Of outrageously abusive
leaders for The Spy besides two strings Of
satirical verses whish CHANGED to ham.
mer out. e
Bud Haskins and Mckay working first
at one office, then at the other, got the
precious stuff into type, and then, with
my assistance, made up The Herald and
ran off the edition that night. Next morn.
ing our united forces did the same thing
for The Spy.
All this was ten years ago. Calabash
City is beginning to taunt Chicago with
the certainty of being second to her in
population, wealth and resources by A. ID.
1905 at the latest. The Spy Herald is one
Of the leading journals of the west.
Rowe and might call ourselves rich
men, though we never do. We have al.
ways been the best of friends.-Tit- Bits. 1
Fashionable Philanthrophy.
Englishman-Why isit you Hamericans {
copy the Hinglishs
American-We are in hopes you Eng.
lish,rcn will see how 1t looks and get dis