The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1895-08-21

tured their legs with their hands and
then they ali went off to the hospital for
the night.
The next afternoon they were back at
the Office two hours before the usual
time. pne foreman caught one of the
ROSTERS and the proof-reader the other,
and they took them over in the corner be-
Eind the imposing stone. They had pre-
viously sent the devil down to Mr.. Gree
ley's room to get dozen sheets of the
paper he always wrote on. These they
spread on the floor in THE form of a
square, carefully linked the feet of the
fowls and set them to fighting on the
paper copy. They had just had a meal
OF coclHoaches and they went at each
other savagely. Every two or three MN
utes the men would take them off, ink
the bottoms OF their feet and toss them
into the ring again. At the end Of twenty
minutes every sheet of the paper was
covered with their tracks, and the fore
man gathered UP the pages, numbered
them and scrawled a head on the first
one, The Plain Duty Of Congress in the
imitation of Greeleys hand, marked the
whole 'Brevler-Doub.e Head, and hung
It on the copy hook.
3ty 51on the men began to drop in
but they had all heard tine game that
wh5 up and picked around the article.
After a whle / 1oway came numbering
along. He had ju5. made a new pipe
out of tlhe biggest corn ever raised in
Cayuga county and particularly crooked
pigs tail from Battleboro, VT, and
seemed unusually pert. He started the
confiagra ton dn his pipe and put on his
spectacles and walked to the hook
Hey! You felters, still soldering,
ain't YOU? me cried. Still afraid of
the cd mans stuff, hey? Can't rastle
with 1t, can't you? Had to leave 1t for
old Darldway, didn't you? Well, that is
all right l like 1t. You do me a favor
when you leave 1t Ito me-
He took 1t, walked over and Slammed
1t down on his upper case, planted a
handful of leads at the bottom of It,
and picked up his stick. Every man in
bhe room he'd his sides and watched to
see the Old man fabbergasted, but by the
Goodness of Truth ne began to set it,
YES, Larl0way STARTED to set 1t. At
the end of tlhe second line ne began to
look troubled, laid down his stick, and
we thought our moment of victory was
come. but ne only swore a little
knocked The ashes out of his pipe, re-
filled NJ, with one of the husks from
tHe OuteAuc, plc4Aeu UP MS Etlch ana went
on. You could Glave packed every one
Of US in a hat box. The old cave dweller
worked on and never looked up again
until he had got almost to the bottom OF
he last page. Here he stuck on THE place
where the rooster had slapped down the
ead OF his wing, also inky. Larkway
studied over 1T for a long time, then
3lld to the foreman:
Darn If the best of us don't get hung
Up IN a word once and a while. What's
mat down there?
DON'T ask me, said the foreman.
You know that L cannot read the stuff
Go down and ask the old man, himself.
'Larkway slhuffied out with a long
face carrying his pipe in one hand and
the copy in the other. He went into the
chiefs room and said in low tone:
Mr.. Greeley, I'm stuck. What is that
word?
Greeley snatched the sheet from his
hand impatiently, studied for a moment,
and then squeaked in mis- highest voice:
Unconstitutional, sir Great Jehosha-
phat, 1t seems ito me sometimes as if this
office was full of pesky college graduates,
and after 1 have given the janitor strict
orders not to allow one of them in the
building"