Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1897-05-05
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'Cn what subject?'
"'Tarin n the currency
"'But we don't know anything about
the tariff and the currency
Neither does the boss, but he writes
two columns bout 'em every week.
But IL you can't do it write about
bikes
This struck the ladies' favornbly.
and one Of them began writing an ar
ticle On the bicycle craze, while the city
editor handed Tatters an item, which
he took, wrinkling up his nose and re-
marking that her question marks LOOK
like button hooks. and retreater to the
coilposin--room.
For the rest Of the day they kept
him pretty well supplied with work
When not SO provided he spent his time
perched on a high stool blowing q
wheeZy mouth organ and occasionally
Shouting Copy! In an agOnized tone.
Once or twice something offended him
and he threatened to resign. but, as the
aides Immediately surrendered, moth
Ing came Of it.
"The next two days passed IN q some
what uneventful manner. by giving
him plenty Of work he was kept rea-
sonably quiet. There was not much
trouble Thursday, either, though short
Iy after noon he set up . loud roar
saying that he had been taken suddenly
sick and was in mortal agony. The
ladies asked him II they could not do
something for him, but he only howl
ed the louder and finally lay down on
the floor upon his back and began
pounding the boards fiercely with his
heels. A doctor was called, but as soon
as Tatters saw him he got up quickly
aud went back to work.
Whats the trouble with you, young
MANI inquired the doctor.
'Antimony poison from the type,
answered Tatters, dismally. I'll go of
some day with it just like-scat! All
eood printers die of 1t sooner or later.
"Tatters may have told the truth
about his illness, but learned later on
that he had eaten his hatful of green
apples al noontime. and you can draw
your own conclusions.
Friday was press day, and the Ia
dies arrived at the office early. Tat
rers rushed into the front room and,
addressing himself contidentially to the
city editor. said:
Say want a bully item of news"
"'why, yes, Tatters, Of course; what
is itY
Dog fight answered Tatters. Jim
BeaS!ey's dog and Deacon ketcham's.
Down by the postoftice. The deacon
didn't want his dog TO fight, but Jim
Gidn't care. Set down and get your
the dogs met, and Jim's dog sort of
walked around the deacon's dog once
or what's the matter? Amt you go
ing To use IL
The editor said he thought not.
What" cried Tatters. in cOnster-
uation. nothing about it, after | watch
ed il and got all the facts for you?
No. l don't think we care for it,
Now, see here said Tatters. drop
ping his voice into still more conf
Genital tone. act reason BILE. as you say
10 me. saw last night your paper was
going TO be dull, that ii needed liven-
ing up-'tain't all your fault, it's
dead week. saw this, l say, and what
10 you think l did this morning, just
To help you outF
- don't know. Tatters-what was
il"
"Tatters came closer. sank his voice
almcst tn n whisper and said:
II drcye the deacon's dog around 10
the place and then l sicked Jim's onto
him. Ali to give you an item!
The lady was deeply touched by his
devotion, and said as much, but was
forced 70 add that they could not men
ton 4 common dog fight in their edi-
ton.
'Tatters drew back and stood silently
gazing at her. She expected nothing
less than 4 final resignation on The
spot. But his face showed sorrow rath-
or Tran anger. The young lady thought
she detected ii tear but this is not
probable. For a half minute he did
not move, then he said:
You couldn't use it in funny way,
either. 1 s'pose? 1t was funny. The
deacon pulle on his dogs tail and Jim
pulled on lis dogs tail, though Jim
didn't do any hard pulling-Jim may
have pushed a little when the deacon
wasn't noticing. You wouldn't let me
write it up, either. ] s'poseT
"'No, Tatters. I'd like to, but
can't
.Tatters turned back to the cOmpos-
ing-room and not q sound was heard
from him except the steady click of his
type for an hour
1T was about IL O'Clock when the
edtori in chief came into the office and
said to the city editor:
81 think there is an item of news
for us out at Tarbox's, on the COopers-
Vile road. hear that Mr.. Tarbox has
been injured by an unruly COW. It's
only a mile and a half out there-can't
you go out on your bicycle and get the
particulars:'
There was a loud shout behind them
and Tatters burst in and ran through
the room, shedding his apron in his
flight and saying:
teuu 10 tHdt, SiIls! l LII ehS
wild-cow editor of this paper! Back in
ten minutesr
The editor-in-c chief ran to the win
dow and looked down into the street
Goodness, gracious! she cried to
The other. There he goes on your bi-
cycle. riding like the wind and shout
ing for everybody to get out of the
way of the wild-cow editor. What shall
we do nowT
"I'n see if can't catch him on your
bicycle And I'll go on and find out
about the accident, anyhow
But, though she was a good rider.
She might as well have tried 10 over
take an express train as the wild-cOw
,ditor Leaning over the handlebar
md ringing the bell constantly. he
lever slackcncd his pace for the whole
iiStance When she arrived Mt TarboX's