The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1897-01-02
SOME DELAYED LETTERS.

RicnmOnu, leNaS, December 31.-I did
not receive an invitation to The Post
Christmas dinner. and probably would not
have gone If had. but having read in this
mornings paper an account OF il, feel q
natural resentment toward the new" peo-
pie who have gone into "reminiscences of
times gone by. Although running a coun-
try paper and severed by time from old as
sociations, l yet feel loving interest in
the old Post and regret that | was not pres
ent to make some of the participants feel
young by a relation of incidents of the
old tines on the paper. From a job Of
lice l went to The Post to learn news
paper composition. and years atterward l
Went under your employ to serve as re-
porter, and later as city editor. and you
VIII probably remember with regret the
elegant suit for $40, 900 libel that / left On
your hands. The Post was weak con-
Germ then and had to rustic on pay day, and
while libel suit was OF no particular con-
Germ to it. 1t served to keep the force alive
to the fact that the paper was cutting its
way into the minds Ut the people.
In my early days Oh The Post the conf
pastors used to get all the money that
came to the paper, and the editors and Of
tice men received the balance, with the re-
! that could secure a permanent boarding
place were the compositors. Hence it was
common thing for the printers to refuse
with scorn the position of editor in CHIEF
OF the paper and to consider the office OF
business manager delusion and snare.
| Had been present might have told in
words that would have brought tears 10
the eyes of many stories connected with
the past history of the paper; about how
| the editorial and business force were com
| PEELED to play poker after the balance OF
| the force had gone to sleep in order that
the printers with their loaded "quads'
| might reap the result of their labors OF the
week. and how strike for more wages
would follow the purchase by the manager
| of rev suit OF clothes
| But all these things are mere memories.
| Today The Post is being run on a mode rn
| idea and in a modern way. The old plans
! have been replaced with modern methods.
| and from struggling. gaspng nonparel
paper in a long primer town 1t has devel-
| oped by earnest effort into the magnificent
| journal Of great city--a paper peerless
| as a news dissemination and one of which
| Texas should be. and is. proud.
| My time on a daily paper has ended. and
| I hope never to engage in the baneful habit
again, but still love the vice and watch
with deepest interest the progress of my
| old tutor
| With sincere regards and congratulations
| to you for the magnificent success you
have made, and the hope that every day
may add to the papers prosperity, ] am
| fraternally, Geo. Dunlop.
Coleman, Texas. December al received
| your card inviting me to dinner TO be
| given by you to your employees December
| 80, 1895. Thanks, awfully. dear Post. but
| as you failed to send along a railroad pass
| can't get there. This will no doubt be
quite n disappointment to you, but the
disappointments of life must be borne pa
tiently. When the roll is called and there
is no response to the name CT your Coleman
correspondent don't weep bitter, scalding
tears: find some poor. tired fellow and
seat him in my place. If you can. please
search your streets for some wanderer
from West Texas, and give him place at
your board Let him get one good. square
meal and then kill him. II you don't kill
him he will be coming back out hero to
brag over It.
AS YOU sit around the banquet and drink
great. trimming toasts. please drink one
To the poor of West Texas especially your
corresnondeut from Coleman Don't i'm
agjne too am withut banqueting facilities,
With my 'rabit la frau" my prairie dog
entre' and my mesquite bean coup. don't
think | am In danger Of perishing. What
I will miss will be the "conviviality.' AS
YOU separate for the night please have
some member Of the force strike mp that
sweet refrain. I'VE all got drunk last
night" and the reverberaton will come TO
me across our broad praires and socthe my
tired heart. a. C. Randolph