The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1896-11-12
THE ARIZONA KICKER
MAJOR BUCK FORGETS EDITORIAL
ADVICE AND GOES UNDER.

The Great Moral Effect of Boxing Three
or Four Men-A Caller Named Barnes.
The Editor Held Up at No Mans Creek
by Stranger.
-Four weeks ago, when Major Buck
started on business trip to Salt Lake,
we had long talk with him and ad-
vised him to eradicate that peculiar
habit of his which was almost certain
to get him into trouble among strangers.
The habit was that of splitting on the
boots Of any man he might be talking
to. There was no idea Of insult, but it
was simply habit. Here, in Giveadam
Gulch, everybody put up with it, as the
major was a good fellow, but we felt
sure some outsider might take it amiss.
The major promised to keep an eye on
his mouth, but old habits are not easily
broken, and he had not been in Utah
three days when he forgot himself and
was filled full of lead. We are sorry to
hear the news, and yet the major was
had lived on, he might have taken to
splitting on mems hats instead of their
boots or to poking them in the eye with
bis finger, and his sudden departure for
that better land was only question
of time
Another One Gone.
The Panther Hill Advocate, which
was established by J. M. Simms two
months ago, suspended publication last
week, and the outfit will be moved to
New Mexico. The Advocate was fair
~ good weekly, and Mr.. Simms is good
fellow, but the mistake he made was in
not knowing the people around him.
Well bet dollar to cent that we can
ride over to Panther Hill and pull every
nose in the town and get away all right.
They arc q lot of blow hards and buffers
over there, but Editor Simms permitted
them to walk all over him from the
start. When they found they could pull
his nose 20 times day and not get hurt,
they had regular pulling matches every
day in the week. We sent him over a
gun, but he looked at it with tears in
his eyes and let things go right on. Had
he boxed three or four men, he would
have doubled the value of his plant in
month and been elected mayor of the
town and perhaps gone to the senate,
but he had no sand.
Not His Fault.
Mr.. Jim Hellso, postmaster Of this
town (who is ourself), regrets the little
affair which happened at the postoffice
Wednesday afternoon, but is consoled
by the knowledge that no fault of his
brought it about. A stranger named
Barnes entered the Office and began
shooting through the general delivery
window to hurry up the clerk, who was
busy elsewhere for the moment. There
was printed sign before Mr.. Barnes
nose that shooting was played out, but
he paid no attention to it. Mr.. Hellso
(who is ourself) stepped out into the
corridor and requested the shooter to
desist, but he pulled second gun and
opened fire on the postmaster. He had
fred three shots when he fell. It was at
first thought he was fatally wounded,
but the doctors now say that he will
pull through and be out again in few
weeks. It is unpleasant for the post.
master to have these things occur, but
when they do he is expected to get the
best of them and has always done SO
thus far. Mr.. Barnes freely admits that
it was all his own fault, and that after
this he will be content to pound on the
floor with club or to jump on his hat
and utter a warwhoop.
Out For Business.
While we were returning from Jack
sons Bend last Sunday afternoon we
fell in with a stranger at No Mans