Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1903-09-04
BRODIE'S FATAL ERROR
He Should Have Used His Gun Instes d
Of Talking.

The following story from the Dallas
CTeXas) Morning News Is such a pic
turesque lie that it Is really worth re-
printing The story is picturesque for
the reason that it is so big a false
hood that no one could believe it. hence
it could not be funny, except to Harry
Connolly, if there be such a man, or
the Dallas pimple who wrote it. Here's
vitriol and tell the story.
Last spring Harry Connolly, a. New
York newspaper man, went to Arizona.
I.e says he had two purposes in view.
One was to work on an Arizona news
paper, and the other to become settler
in that country and grow up with it, SO
to speak.
Last week Mr.. Connolly passed
through Dallas. He was headed toward
New York and his object in life at that
time was to reach the American me-
tropolis with as little loss of time as
possible. He says that when he left
New York he was well dressed. When
in Dallas he wore pair of dark colored
pants, a rough blue shirt and a SLOUGH
hat.
The cause for this contrast of condi-
tions and appearances is. Mr. Connolly
says. that he was unable 10 find any
newspapers in Arizona, and, not being
a millionaire, was compelled to travel
back toward the rising sun in the best
| way he could
In discussing the trip he grew rather
sarcastic. He said:
Some few years ago the New York
| Sun recorded the fact that a vehicle
of the old prairie schooner type rumb-
led into Omaha. its creaking wheels
| and grCaning frame attracting the at
tention of the populace to this legend,
painted on it's withered canvass hood:
Wyoming. starvation;
/ Nebraska, d-nation;
| Going to Ohio
| To wife's relation,
Our only salvation.
| How heartily I have IN the last few
weeks longed to paraphrase those lines
SO that the last word in the second line
might apply as an affix to Arizona and
New Mexico, only the Lord knows.
Lacking a gun. I didn't quite dare put
| that longing in language that the citi-
zers of Arizona and New Mexico could
understand. May be. when ] get out Of
range I'll be able to dip my pen in
vitrial and tell the story
| Time assuages grief and softens rec
elections they say. but when 1 think
of recent experiences in the two south
western territories and couple that
| thought with the quoted sentence, 1 am
reminded that the ordinary humans
time on earth is mighty short and grow
prone to the belief that the author
sprung from a family given to longevi-
| ty.
| Il never was akin to the hobo till
went to Arizona in search of newspaper
work. l always had been a common
ordinary newspaper man, earning a de-
cent livelihood and never had been
more than d pear or two behind the
fashion in dress till l struck those ter
ritories. l would have it understood
that those territories are absolutely un-
conventional. I used to love such
things, 1 am cured.
THE tale of my trouble in Arizona
might be told in the relation of an in
| cident. I went to Arizona in search of
newspaper work and intending to be-
come a settler. l landed in Phoenix
and being accoutered with the New
York desire to permit no vegetation to
sprout under my feet, began to hunt
up a newspaper office as soon as
struck town. 1 ambled up the main
| street, keeping Il sharp lookout fol
signs. l didn't see any and finally de-
| W 6Sh AHs way. L eyeu TIE
passing pedestrians, and finally spotted
the most intelligent looking territorian
! had seen in all my travels in the ter
ritory.
"'Buanos dayahs, senor,' said l.
'Buenos dapohs, said he.
"'Can you tell me where I'll find a
newspaper Officer 1 asked.
Whats a newspaper? asked he.
Il didn't laugh. He really looked like
n man who thought he was being JOSH
ed. I merely murmured 'adios' and
passed on.
"a newspaper office. calculated
Gov. Brodie, to whom l propounded my
inquiry further up the street. There
are some old papers up at the Office il
you want EN-. But what the deuce dc
you want them tori
Il explained.
"'You didn't come to Arizona looking
for Il newspaper jcb?' almost yelled tn.
former Lieut.. Col. of Roosevelt's Rough
Riders.
II did," SAID 1, getting spunky.
"'Well, you're a d-n fool retorted
the govel nor, seeing that he had a gun
and I didn't.
Experiences in New Mexico. ditto"
GEM OF A RAILROAD STATION