Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1896-05-21

Inlay say, III tuc beSiHiiiS, tidt 1
don't at all guarantee this story, but
content myself by giving an account of
B my interview with the Stranger, SO
that every reader may draw his own
conclusion, as 1 did myself. He began
60 abuse the press. / told him l was
not responsible for the press; / thought
1t was perfect myself, but still, / was
such a perfectly fair-minded man that
I was quite willing to let other people
hold a different opinion, and not think
1t necessary to call in the police OF
that account. / further asked hin. to
oblige me by going to the editors of
che various papers he disliked and give
them a bit Of his mind. He answered
that this was impossible. as they
would not allow him to see them, un-
Less he would write ON a card what his
business was. and that when he did
write that his object was to kill MS
many editors as possible in a given
time they still, in some ~unaccountable
refused him admittance. /
a liz ultcNSt w IahG W thiS NGfl
known habit of editors land began to
regret that my own door was SO easily
opened.
II don't see how I can help YOU" I
said.
You can il you like" he answered.
you write for the papers, don't your
Sometimes"
@Then l want you to write an article
showing that they don't know any
thing. and never did"
Il hardly like to do that Il replied.
'~They have always treated me very
kindly
That's ii, exactly. That proves
what ] say. You take a %nonenity. and
the editors will always treat him kind
Iy."
II thought you said, a moment ago,
that they had turned you outg'
II am not speaking of myself, sir"
ne cried. with some heat. I'm speak
Ing or ron. sir of you"
"Oh. l see ! didn't quite catch your
smeaning at first"
mo, you're slow, sir. and would
make a model editor If you were ever
offered a position as such. Now, my
complaint against them Is that they
In continually bowling into fame
,pe0ple of no account, while men Of
genius, sir. go down to their graves
unrecognized."
.fQuite So. What Is the title of the
book you have writteny"
Book. sir? / have never written any
book. What makes you imagine such
q thingy"
II don't know. 1t just seemed to oc-
g TO me at the moment, and l out
with it at once That's the a with
me; I'm continually getting into trou-
BILE by jumping at conclusions and
missing the landing. Go on"
"Well, there's that man Roentgen.
Aren't you tired of seeing his name in
The papers? The editors don't seen. 10
be able to write about anything else"
They are rather running him to the
bone. I suppose you refer to the X
rays man; the man who does the skele-
ton Photographic
Exactly. A pesky little German
professor in the university of Wurz-
burg, a wretched little Bavarian town
of less than $4,000 inhabitants, hereto
fore celebrated only for it's beer"
well, IL Roentgen discovered the
rays. / don't see what the size of the
man or the population Of the town has
to do with it."
.Oh, you don't, don't you? I might
have expected that" The Stranger
rested his elbows on the table with his
chin In his hands and glared at me, a
deep frown on his brow. NO; I don't
suppose a man Of your caliber would
see anything in that. But you try to
think a moment. 1t will tire you, but
try. Can't you imagine that some n