Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1897-07-01
"TATTERS.'

the country editor threw his feet up
ON tn" opposite scat and told the fol
lowing story:
"Of course l didn't escape being
n victim of the rage for 'woman's
editions which swept over the land
Il few months ago. The ladies of u
local society for tn" amclioration OF
something or other descended upon
me, and | surrendered, took two
pipes, Il pound of smoking tobacco
and fishing rod and dcCampcd,
leaving Tho Budget in their charge
for ono week, with the privilege of
making all they could out of it. My
printer was supposed to stay but,
boing by classification II tramp and
having n heavy board bill hanging
over his head by single hair, he
embraced the opportunity, two
hours after l had gone, to walk away
down the railroad track. This left
the mechanical end of the office at
the mercy of tn" devil. an inky
imp called Tattcrs. The ladies were
a good deal disturbed at the dcfeC-
ton of the printer, but braVely de
CidCd to go ahead with TattrrS and
get out the paper. They called him
in to give him some Instructions
He stood before them wearing, as
usual, long apron stiff with ink,
paste and unknown substances The
only thing which saved his face
from being in tho same condition as
his apron was tho fact that he was
i'll the habit of constantly twisting
1t into SO many shapes that tho ink,
paste and unknown substances on it
never had time to stiiTcn. His hair
pointed III all directions, like that of
n jack i'll the box, and in his left
hand he carried section of col
umn of wet type.
"'What ar" You doing, Tatters2'
inquired tn" lady who was presi-
dent of tn" amClioration society,
with som" difficulty.
THROWN in, answered the imp.
'Throwing III whata'
"'Typc.'
Into whatf
""Tho case. Think ! was THROWN
it into my hate
Tho lady looked at him coldly,
and he went on:
But I'm most through, and
you'll hear III" hOllcrin for copy III
bout quarter of Il nour. And he
rctr"atcd To the composing room,
and slammed the door.
The ladies were indignant, but
there was clearly nothing to do hui
to grin and hear it. a few minutes
later there came Il most dismal
long drawn vail from the other
room, which, after some effort, they
managed To interpret rs the prom
iscd 'hOllCrin.' 1t WAS followed by
the appearance of Tattcrs' head n
the door.
"'What is it, asked the presi
dent, who had been chosen editor
in chief, little sharply.
"'Copy,' returned Tattcrs. DID
you think l WAS singin the Doxol
ergyf
There is no copy ready yet
Can t you be doing something else I
81 can that And he snatchcd of
his apron and started for the door
i can be goin tishin just rs easy a,
not.
'Tattcrs, cried the frightened
editor, SprinGing before the door
don't you dare to desert me. You
stay here till some copy is ready fol
you.
"Tatters rctrcatcd and put on hi.
apron III an agitatcd frame of mind
"A moment later one of the youn
ger ladies, who had been appointed
managing editor, took a roll OF
daintily written manuscript from
her handbag and said:
Here, Tattcrs, is somcthine
which you can begin on.
"TattcrS took il, shifted, glanced
ut it and said:
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