The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1898-01-15

last week / took q little run around
among our good people, and succeeded
in getting mixed up in several treason
able episodes, faithful account of
which wrote down for public con
sumption. Considerable guessing as
to who am is INDUCED. My identity
is in doubt. THE TRIBUNE takes the
hint, and, to avoid responsibility, will
call me "cioiS". It is thought that this
pseudonym, being Latin, will sufficient
~ conceal me-not being a Roman
and relieve the employees Of THE
TRIBUNE-they being of Welsh tongue
from any suspicion of authorship.
| fully appreciate the philosophy of
this little ruse, because once wrote
up" local dog fight using the innocent
expression, "and the sport loving dude
cried, sick him Caesar, sick him Caesar"
and the next day C@sar's proprietor,
leading merchant, who thought he re-
cognized himself in "sport-loVing dude
came in, stopped his paper and took out
thirty dollar advertisement. Sic sem
per tyrGnats, which, being interpre-
ted, means, such is the life of a country
editor. Ci0ts SeeP
II has been somewhat amusing to
hear myself discussed, and to find out
how many people l really am. One
bona ei0ttaSL said l was Prof.
Boone. Poor mani He has troubles
of his own, up there at the university.
A merchant says Pm lawyer. That's
the hardest crack of all. Who'd be a
briefiess attorney, and compete with
the Boise "petifOggers"? Pm told the
lawyers had q meeting and decided to
way-lsy the local editor and force a
confession and q retraction. / wonder
what they would have done had / told
about "piratIng" for business. Well,
we'll, have little philosophy. all my
own. Il is this: II you want a Cald.
well man to like yOu, don't give him a
lOOking.glass.
Speaking OF lawyers reminds me. In
at Askey's the other day, heard a
yeoman from Dixie do them in this
wise. "This town is full of lawyers. /
wonder how they live. They'll all
starve when Uncle George Little hangs
out his sign. He knows more law
than all ou'em put together. When I
want any advice 1 just go up to the
courthouse and cali on Uncle George"
The County Dads are in session this
week. ] always like to happen round
when they are In town. 1t sort ore
minds me O'the old anti-diYisiOn days
when the aBoise ring" run the county.
What slogan that was in the division
fighti Clay Branstetter, I. N. COstin,
George Pettingill and other worthless of
that famous ring pale into insignifi
canoe in the light Of their illustrior s
successors in Canyon. When you see
Dug, or Charlie round the corner, and
Monte-Bank pumping 1t into his ear,
you can rest assured that "they's hen
on, and the commissioner is getting
some valuable hints on precedents of
of procedure established when II run
the County" Wen put this one man
against the whole Boise ring. He did
DOZEN in the division fight. Poor little
Col. Won Hunt is entirely out classed.
He came all the way back from Indiana
with the honest purpose of saving the
county from the pernicious influence
of the municipal Despot," but, like
Won Butcher at Waterloo, arrived te
late. The commissioners are controlled,
but not by Won Hunt. 1t is curious
to note the trend given to ones Thoughts
by very slight incident. For example,
saw Dug and Charlie, about ten
o'clock at night, pass up by the tin
shop. l wandered whittier. Next day
making mention of the incident to a
fellow philosopher, I got this reply:
aWh.h.hi Birds Of a feather.
Then he appeared to lose himself in