Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1903-10-02
N AN EDITORS SANCTUN.
Story Of a. Kentucky Newspaper
Mans Ideal, Quiet Day.

OF reprint, says y. M A, IN the Gym
thiana Democrat, Esnow | shall seat
myself in thoughtprofound 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 seat failed to draw
single spectator.
can ideal quiet day for work. No
body will thrust subscription money
into my Spencerian fist, and unchal-
lenged chirography shall embellish
the manuscript of a masterpiece.
The telephone tinkled musically.
''Hellop' l said
"Hellor' came the answer in sweet
tones of the feminine gender.
''Hellov' | said once more.
"Hello! she said; "have you spare
ribs?"
Madam or miss" said I, 81 have no
spare ribs. need every one in my
body
The out-tap was given mutually,
and [ picked up the pencil and rear
ranged theSpencerian fist.
A friend from a neighboring town
dropped in and splashed down into a
chair, squirting spray of rain drops
over the freshly cut copy, paper.
81 thought would just drop in and
tell you that my paper has not
reached me until Monday for several
weeks" he remarked. Il told the
postmaster at home about it, but he
said it was your fault"
ct 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 time?"
eyes," he replied, ''but the post
master said you must have Spite at
me-"
"Now, look here, my friend" quoth
I; "why should l have spite you?
What have you done that / should
single you out and cabbage your pa
per at the risk of losing one dollar
year, which in a thousand years would
amount to thousand dollars"
''That is big pile of money to
throw away, amt it?' he remarked,
scratching his head.
The telephone tinkled.
"Hellov' I said.
"Hello!" she said.
''HelloY' I said.
'HelloY' she said; "have you spare
ribs?"
Madam or miss I replied, i'm
pressively, 'sI have no spare ribs to
spare. Perhaps I might tear some off
the boys. This is a print shop and
we butcher nothing but English
The double out-tap sounded.
F'I can't see, though" remarked my
friend, chow tits that my neighbors
all get their paper on Saturday and
mine don't come till Monday?"
81 cannot see, either The names
are stamped on the margins automat
ically, and it is almost impossible to
miss one"
"Well, I don't get mine till Mon
day, and I don't see why you can't
send it off with the others. You ought
to give me the Courier Journal free
for missing me SO often"
'My friend, [ shall make special
effort to get your paper on time this
week. I shall write to the postmaster
and. the carrier; if that does no good 1
shall write to the president, the post
master general, our two senators and
our II representatives. If that fails
[ shall take the cars each Saturday
morning and carry you the paper my
self"
Hestraightened upto 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; I take more now
than l can read.''
The telephone tinkled.
"Hello!" said.
s'Hellop' she said.
''Hello!" I said
sHello!'' she said; "have you spare
ribs?"
Madam or miss replied, desper-
ately. CT still have no snare rihs. Init