Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1900-08-15
Daily kennebec Journal
City and County.
WHY DROPPED.
A Communication From An Esteemed Friend
OF the Journal.

My Dear Journal:
l am almost sorry l dropped you for
1 miss your companionship awfully;
but it's no use, times are hard; we're all
dried up, the garden sass is shrivelled,
the potatoes are no. bigger than wal
nuts. the moving lands are as brown
and wrinkled as the face of Japanese
maiden 40 years of age, and the apples
dropping and mostly fit for cider.
When times are hard we begin to econ
omize and the first thing to do is to cut
the minister's salary and stop the daily
paper 1t is the first thing in sight to
do and we take it. 1t does not seem
exactly right, but we can't help it be-
cause there is little of the old Adam
left,-original sin is not yet entirely
eradicated in human nature. Yes, my
dear. l do miss you awfully. You tell
me SO many thing 1 am delighted to
know and SO many things l don't care
to hear about. The things l love to
hear about are murders, suicides, run
aways, Opponents and such like-only
there don't seem to be quite enough of
them-and the things / don't like to
hear about are those about my city
friends-as much as I love them; how
some of them are enjoying the cool sea
breeZeS at Squirrel Island or like p. o.
", or friend l.. T. are pulling the trout
and other big fish out of CObbossee and
Belgrade, while l am sweltering in the
hay field: and what is worse still. when
my best girl ran off with better look
ing chap down to Bar HORROR while
was pulling weeds In the tatur patch,
you had to go and tell all about that.
Oh! you miserable jade. l believe you
do it just to aggregate me. You ought
to know better but you don't.-the
longer you live the less you seem to
know or care.
companion but feel it my duty to
correct faults A woman without
faults wouldn't be woman. just as it
is saba woman without temper
wouldn't be good for anything. l don't
know how that is but woe to a man
when a woman isn't tempered just
right. Sometimes a scythe is tempered
just right when it will hold an edge a
long time and cut beautifully, but
sometimes it is tempered too soft when
it will not hold an edge worth a cent.
and sometimes too brittle when it will
break out at the slightest obstacle
And that seems to be your case, just
now, you dear X. j. You're not tenn
pered just right. You're too soft on
VIM Nick. and too hard or brittle on
VIM. ]. r. You are continually sound
ing the praises Of the former and seeing
no good in the latter. You make me
tired. you do more tired than friend
of mine was when / sounded the praises
of No. l in her ears. | have been try
ing to be a good VIM. J. B. man, al
though it is awful hard work. but
you make me sick and | have half u
mind TO cast my vote for tother Teller
Why, my dear *. J.. VIM. Nick. needs
no praises. He has been tried in the
balances and not found wanting, SO
they say and it must be so.
Now they say there is some good in
all men and ] want you to turn your
horoscope or photoscope or searchlight
on VIM. J. Il. and ] am sure you will
bring to light some things-yet
undiscovered-that viii compare more
favorably with his distinguished oppo-
nent. I want you to reform and per-
haps | will take you to my bosom
again.
Yours to command.
p. w.