Bisbee daily review., 1903-11-15
AROUND THE COUNTY
Tombstone, NaCo and Benson as Seen
 by a Review Representative

stone should be properly "bawlet
 out for the benefit of innocent youn,
 men such as The Review representa-
 tive, that he may not fall anon. them and go wrong.
 George McKinsey must be abou ready to join the Salvation Army. ns drinks nothing but butter milk. anc has thrown all the limburger cheese out of the house The undertaken was found noising around the back yard a few minutes later.
 There is little hope for reformation in Bill Kings case. Roast OK head and "trimmin's" have done it all. He was found climbing ! tree out in the suburbs one night last week. and said he was just trying to get a few feet nearer heaven. Closer investigation disclosed the fact that a plump maid en dominecker chicken was serene ly snoozing among the upper branches. After all Bill was telling the truth for if there is anything he considers heaven 1t is the running gears of a happy hen that had the misfortune to be murdered of in her youth.
 Ben Rybon and Dick George are well adapted in business. Ben takes
 
 Dick dreams of beating any one in shat c1strict in game of stuff. high five not barred.
 Dealing in rock exclusively Ben's luck is usually hard, but his fate IS ameiiorated by the satisfaction of Knowing that the house contains A champion
 The Prospector is still prospecting. IL has struck the sulphides of success They are low grade and rebellious. but are found in bodies which are par ticularly inexhaustibie.
 I was admitted to the interior of the old Epitaph office. As I entered the sacred and venerateo. precincts, I intwtively took my hat of, while cob webs softly foated around my bald head. the fugitive bat made his escape and the oiythesome cock roach eyed us with ar expression of unutterable astonishment
 With a natural reverence for an- cient and historic relics. stood spell pound before seventeen dust honored cases, four hunored fonts of worn out type, enough to flood the territory with babbit meta. for ten years. card presses. hand presses, job presses. cylinder presses until we be gan to look around for a cider press.
 Dazed and bewildered by the maze or prehistoric newspaper parapherna, la, slowly retired. as the fleet footed ! wood rat and the forty-two foote.. | centipede beat hasty retreat. Every | tune an article on the floor was turned | over it disclosed the habitati6n of the | frail and indolent SOW bug. as one af- ter another we came to an old Wash lngton hand press of the vintage of l7S9. and finally located a case full of the first type that the immortal | Iuttenberg ever whittled out. At last We reached the light, and had to wear smoked glasses the remainder of the day to save our pale blue eyes.
 Billy Hattich. with his suave decep- i've style is a "delusion and a snare. Up in town he will quietly join you. even lead you, till you reach the brink. then balk sereneiy, and watch you with smile as you make the plunge. Not so with George Mo. He will plunge along with you as though he lad lead in his hat instead of brick.
 Frank Gooobody is the hoocoo or he Tombstone bar. barring none. hat is in harmless way, but he is careful that visitors in Tombstone zee everything under the canvass. Judge Upton will see that you have in town that is good to eat with ice cream, and Shakespeare for lesert
 Uncle George Washington Swain will furnish you with all kinds of .ncient history regarding Tombstone, nd surprising as it nay appear for a awyer, always tells it the same way This great field is apt to receive re1tion at our modest hands when aw paws bloom again.-MESCAL