Fort Wrangel news., 1898-09-14
4 JOKE ON THE JOKER.
\ Man Gets Even With q Praeti-
 cal Joker. and Then Some.
HUSBAND AFTER HIn.

Mr. r. c. Wilson of this city was formerly engaged in the newspaper bus mess. He was editor and publisher of the Tacoma Globe at one time and has also owned some other papers. He k one of the brightest men in Alaska and has more than enough ability to con duet ilrst-class paper. Wilson possess es the happy faculty of looking for the eomical side of everything that Is going on, and if there is good joke i'll the town, he k certain to be one of the per sons who k at the bottom of it. His friends are his victims and while they are always on the lookout. somehow vigilance k no protection for them. Once in a great while Wilson finds his equal, not very often of course, but the right man occasionally shows up. It is one of the jokes that was successful ly played on Wilson that we are going to tell about, which comes to us from friend of his. Wilson was running news paper in British Columbia and one evening, just as the forms were being made up, q friend of his came into the office and said to Wilson, did you hear of the accident? Mrs. Brown fell out of bed fast night and broke her leg" "No," said Wilson, and he expressed his sor TOW over the misfortune, for the sup posed unfortunate family was number ed among his friends and patrons. Will son had no time to spare, for when the time comes for making up forms every body is in hurry in a newspaper office, so Wilson sat down to his desk and wrote short local, substantially in these words:
 Just as we go to press, we are pained to learn that Mrs. Brown of this city, d most estimable lady fell out of bed last night and broke her leg"
 This local was speedily put into type and the next morning the paper was delivered around town with the broken leg local in a conspicuous place among the personal items. The forms were washed and put onto the stone and while all hands were making up the mail, into the door comes the husband of the broken legged woman,n with blood in his eye and big club in his hands. I'll teach you to islander my wife, in your gol darned paper, you d--nd internal liar" He struck at Wilson with the club, but Wilson dodged and made his escape ont of the back door. The irate man then started to pie the forms when the foreman, a big powerful fellow, called halt and after some parleying got the man to state his grievence.
 "Why you have it in your paper that my wife fell out of bed night before last and broke her leg and its lie-a darned lie"
 The foreman explained that a man, giving his name, had come into the office and told Wilson about it and he of course thought it was true and ill  the hurry of going to press, just pub lished it without inves tigating the mat ter. Wasn't your wife hurt at all ?' asked the foreman.
 "She had baby, night before last" said the man, and with a solemn VOW expressed in the most emphatic man nor that he wOuld kill the man who told that lie to Wilson, he left the office. Wilson returned to his sanctum, but he was a changed man-the jokes had all suddenly left him. To this day, if you ask him about the "broken leg local" a sickly, half hearted smile takes the place of the open, happy look which he naturally wears.