News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1903-02-25
A NEWSPAPER MANS TROUBLES.
An Ideal, Quiet Day in an Editors Sane
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CT. M. Jones in Cynthia Democracy

ID. M. d ones III CynUnld DemOcFdU,)
"Now," said | to myself as a fresh
ly cut batch of copy" paper was laid
on the desk and an eager composition
searched the copy" drawer for q
mite of reprint, NOW | shall seat my
self in thought profo und and com
pose something great"
A heavy rain was falling, and the
pedestrians who splashed by the win,
dow were soaked, soggy and dis
gruntled. A dog fight on the oppo-
site side of the street failed to draw o
single spectator.
"An ideal quiet day for work. No
body will thrust subscription money
into my Spencerian fist, and IN,
challenged chirOgraphy shall embell-
ish the manuscript of a masterpiece. "
The telephone tinkled unsteady.
''Hellol' said.
"Hello!' came the answer in sweet
tones of the feminine gender.
"HelloI' | said once more.
"Hello!' she said, "have you spare
ribs?"
"Madam or miss" said I, II have
no spare ribs. need every one in
my body"
The out-tap was given mutually,
and picked up the pencil and re-
arranged the Spencerian fist.
A friend FROM a neighboring town
dropped in and splashed down into a
chair, squirting a spray of raindrOps
over the freshly cut copy" paper.
81 Thought would just drop in and
tell you that my paper has not reach
ed me until Monday for several
weeks" he remarked. 81 told the
Postmaster at home and he said it
was your fault"
~~ cit could not be-" l expostulated.
"All papers for your town travel in
the same bundle, and if one reaches
the town all should reach. Do Others
receive their papers on timer.
eyes," he replied, "but the Post
master said you must have spite
at me-"
"Now, look here my friend" quoth
[; "why should | have a spite at
you? What have you done that
should single you out and cabbage
your paper at the risk Of losing one
dollar year, which in a thousand
years would amount to a thousand
dollars?"
THAT is a big pile of money to
throw away, amt it?' he remarked,
scratching his head.
The telephone tinkled.
"Hello! !" said.
"HelIo!" she said.
"Hello !" | said.
"Hello!' she said; "have you spare
ribs?
MADAM or MISS" | replied impress
sively, II have no spare ribs to spare.
Perhaps | might tear some off the
boys, This is a print shop and we
butcher nothing but English.
The double out-tap sounded.
Il can't see, though" remarked
my friend. chow it's that my neigh
bors get their paper on Saturday and
mine don't come till Monday"
81 cannot see, either. The names
are stamped on the margins auto
matically, and it is almost impossible
to miss one"
"Well, | don't get mine till Mon
day, and don't see why YOU can't
send it with the Others You ought
to give me The Courier journal free
for missing so ofteD."
"My friend, l shall make a special
effort to get your paper on time this
week. Ishall write to the Postmas-
ter and the carrier if that does no
good | shall write to the President,
the Postmaster General, our two
Senators and our eleven Representa-
tives. If that fails | shall take the
cars each Saturday morning and
carry you the paper myself"
He Strengthened up to go, and
shook off the remaining raindrops to
the freshly cut "copy" paper.
"Well, see that you do" he said,
cor I'll stop the paper | take more
papers now than | can read"
The telephoned tinked.
"Hellol" said.
"Hello!" she said.
"Hellol" | said.
"Hello!" she said; "have you spare
ribs?"
MADAM or MISS" l replied desper-
ately, Il still have no spare ribs, but
a hog has just lett the office, and if
you meet him on the street kindly
oblige me by cutting out his entire
battery"
The out-taps fell, and we sailed
down the copy" paper-it was too
fresh to keep till morning.
WESTFIELD.
George Root and family have returned from
Coventry.
Rev. NJ. W. Farman is lecturing in Wind
ham County.
Miss Lou D. Miller of Troy recently spent a
few days in town.
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