Birmingham age-herald., 1895-05-19

The women have somehow got together and patched things up to working ma jority, and the manuscript for their edl- tion has begun to come in already Tn bundles. Mrs. Fastclip has sent enough poetry to fill a book, and l am afraid more trouble will follow unless the pa- per is enlarged. Miss Vera Schrill sent in an essay on "Bloomers and What They Mean to Women," and hope she won't get mad, but 1 know the paper won't hold it. Boomers must mean great deal Other ladies have contributed long articles on subjects that make me tired, and l am getting plum sick of them. wish Whiskers was here.
 I have been opening Whis<ers' mail since he left, so that l would not miss anything that ought to go in the paper. One letter bothers me a good deal, and don't know whether I ought to put it in or not, but guess l will be on the safe side and let it go. Here it is:
 Bungtown May 16.-Mr: Whiskers, dere Sur: Beware how you dele with a purson like me. You no me wei. l am not the unsuspecting victim you think I am, and the next time you hug miss Schrill where I can see it, you will here something drop, and it won't be nothing less than your reputashun. which, by the way, is not what it ought to be lately. Once more, beware. You may break my heart, but in the general disintegrashun that will surely follow, you will find your own anatomy scattered over the country in permiscus assortment that will plainly show which of us feels the most broke up Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," so don't you scorn me on your life. I won't write again. Yours in Ded Urnest, SAL.
 I don't know what it means. but Mir Whiskers will be proud of me for put ting 1t in, so as to be sure that there is
 
 Simple uohh the lauthor of "Baby Land," helped me to spell what I wrote for the paper. I hope it is spelled right, for MT. Whiskers likes good spelling I got after MT. Whskers once about spelling whisky, ''w-h-i-s-k-e-y," when it ought to be "w-h-i-s-k-y," but he said there couldn't be too much of a good thing, so he always put in the "e.'
 They had a party at Mrs. Lushton's house Tuesday night. but they would not let mel in. MT. Lushton has just got over his last drunk and he told me had bet ter git. He said he didn't want any prowling emissaries of hell about his place, or something like that, and I had to climb up to a window to see what was did, so that it could be put in the paper. There wasn't much did, but drinking and smoking and talking. They said lot of mean things about MT Whiskers and this paper, and everybody there said they knew MT. Whiskers would never smell the mayors office, because he (Mr W) got drunk too much. I would hate for MT. Whiskers to smell the mayors office. myself, until it gets cleaned for MT. Lushton has been in 1t so long that a man has to get beastly drunk before he can tell it from bar room. I have passed his office lots of times and know whereof I speak, as MT Whiskers would say if he was writing this. The about midnight, because Mrs. Lushton and Mrs. Chasem got to fighting about Dr. Chasem hugging Mrs. Lushton in corner, which was disgraceful to say the least. wish Whiskers was here.
 Boys, when Mayor Lushton asks you