Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1897-10-16
SEMI-LOCAL NEWS.
Journalistic.


W. C. Long has effected a vast i'm
provement in the Keyser CIV. Va.)
Tribune. 1t is now an eight-column
weekly of excellent Typography and
print.
The JOURNALS partner in the es-
adjustment of the great paper, J. r.
Grove, now editor of the Harper's
Ferry CIV. Va.) Sentinel, has been APP
pointed postmaster of that town.
That the publisher of a good paper
will make a firstclass public servant of
any kind can be submitted without
argument. Congratulations.
The Daily Nem Dominion, Morgan
town, w. Va, d 20-column, wcll-print-
ed. briehtly-edited paper. is a candi
date for popular favor in the "modern
Athens" Justin NJ. Kunkle, editor,
exhibits an enterprise, industry and
taste in its publication WHICH the JOUR
NAL trusts will bring ample compen-
sation.
A Trans-Continenta Word Picture"
The JOURNAL is in receipt of an
article entitled as above from which it
extracts the following paragraphs
Alter covering tnlS llelu SO long anu sue
| ccssfully, it is not strange that "the great
paper" should slightly resent the perch of a
new literary bird near its eyrie. And notice
| that the old birds talons have lost none of
| their sharpness, and that the newcomer is Il
| few feathers shy of the plumage IN which he
| arrived in the 'foothills'-wordp painted
| plumage. eXcusably mistaken as such by
auditors who did not know or comprehend
| the hypOdermic Sensltiveness of its sCintil-
lating iridescence caused by the side (electric)
| lights thrown forward by advance theatrical
| captrap.
1t is obvious, however, that the multitude
| had begun to "get on consequently
| qmipcia'ia pcr6a painted feathers began to soil
from too much twttering around in contact
with empty hoX-ofces.
Therefore, he bethought him of new etheric
worlds to conquer. Why not he who, in the
land of "the setting sun''-the land not only
of Indians, Chinese, chinooks and canned
| salmon, had held multitudes spelbound for
hours hours and-a-half and two hours (not
stated whether Snake, Flathead Siwash or
| Manchurian) by his bright coat, stage gait
and set piece? Why not he whose name and
fame had been Numbered mot cchoed) down
| the corridors of time by the Boomtown Base
| Drum cylinder and the Buncoville .See,9y-
he of the land of the shutdown of "boundless
eXpanseo and ''limitless resources find the
| LAND of the afternoon" too small to tlutter
| in? (EXcuse that proposition, please but
can't work it i'll elsewhere to same etfect)
Well, he stretched and measured himself
! from tip to tip, and he riz and scared and riZ
again over the lofty Cascades, casting at last
only contemptuous glance back at old
whte-hooded Rainier, tackled the great
| Rockies, narrowly escaping Dead Mans
Gulch," stopped for drink from the Father
of Waters rose again and bidding farewell to
| 1.-THE unsalted seas flew to the edge of the
great Atlantic and found all too small, too
| little! Great AleXandrian tears he shed,
L.
in that elder day. the conqueror's grief was
caused by the lack of worlds to conquer-not
by the smallness of the one dangling at his
belt
But, as have limited, your bright-plumed
| contemporary was more unfortunate than the
| Macedonian king. After wheeling 'discon
solately to use slang sporting phrase up
in the air he began to wing his way back
| toward the land of rain and redwood, when
| he espled away up in "the foothills , Of the
Alleghanies, between Mount Dan and the
Savage Great, the world for which he painted.
Yes a kingdom and a king to conquer.
| Changing figures it was an eyrie, over
| which on the topmost crag "sat an eagle" as
| the Dutchman said "Of many years stand
ing" quietly contemplating the remains of a
recent interloper, whose bones were strewn
around the premises with those of "others
gone before"
But the CHASTITY scene did not daunt him.
| Said he
Lots O bones, but the old Teller on the crag
is my meat Why | wont do a ting to him !.
If lose | gifts a toomston, see? If | win
| kerlects the commission on one, don't yer
see? Eli borrow a pen and few qures of
paper and metaphoricaly swoop down and
strut along right before the old gray several
times, and it is a good bet I'll make him
croak on the spot
C"Croak" is not Latin; it is J. l.. Sullivan
| for drop dead'D
But the royal old bird declined to croak.
On the contrary he set.his beak in that fell
lows wordpaintng gyascutus and showed
the spectators that the Pacific slope fowl
| could not walk round these diggings in the
same old pumage that he can show on the
stage as bran new in kinderhook as in Never
| Seen.
| 1t is plain, too, that putting on those coats
| of new word paint every week is wearing on
| him, and | venture the prediction that he
will throw up the contract of taking care of
the five year contract long before the five
years expire. And he wont collect cent of
per cent. on the sale of monumental slab to
commemorate king or kingdom, either of
winch, can tell you, is great" 1t is more
likely, on the contrary, that there will be
another paper that is no more IL hooking
bird that has twittered its last twit, while the
old gray satisfied and serene, will sit or his
crag watching for more experimentation with
the raretied air of Frostburg JOURNALISM.