The Savannah morning news., 1903-09-01
INDIANS NOW HAVE
A DAILY NEWSPAPER.
Talks in Print Made by the Trans
planted Creek.

Talks in Print Made by the Trans
planted Creek.
A daily newspaper, says the Chicago
Journal, edited by an Indian for the
Indians of the Creek and neighboring
tribes, is the latest novelty in the In
dian territory. 1t is The Daily Indian
Journal" published every afternoon ex-
cept Sunday at Eufaulia, l. I. The
editor is Alexander Posey son of a
Creek mother and Scotch father, and
one of the most prominent and infiu-
entail men in the territory.
1t is said that the Journal is likely
10 become the organ of the Cherokees
when the Cherokee Advocate pub
lished at Talequah. 1. T., ceases pub
LEGATION. as it probably will for lack
of funds. The Advocate is the only
paper in the territory printed in the
Indian language.
The Journal is printed in ordinary
country newspaper English, except for
one editorial column, in which the dia-
lect favored by the Creeks is used.
These Indians have never been able to
accustom themselves to the English
idiom and greatly appreciate the edi-
tors effort. The dialect editorials ap-
pear in the form of a letter and are
signed Eos Fixico." Here is an alb
breviated one from recent issue:
Well. so Legus Perryman was sly
old coon and was made Wolf Warrior
hide out UP to Okmulgee.
Hotgun he say, We'll, so how he do
it?"
, And Tookpafka Niece he say, '"Well,
so they was had a big fight over the
last bone?''
Than he co.., stXIy11
Chief Porter do when they was get
into it?'
And Tookpafka Niece he say, ''Well,
so he was just set off to one side and
watch the wool fly and glad he was
not had a hand in it,
Then Hotgun he say "Well, so what
about Charley Gibson?''
And Tookpafka Niece he say, "We1l,
so he was load his rifle and say moth
ing"
The regular English editorial para
graphs are not without point and are
thoroughly characteristic:
It's hot, but hustle, anyway.
Keep your head above the clouds.
Turn the rascals out-when you find
them guilty, Mr.. Secretary.
Tin cans continue to rust in the alley
and the old hens to scratch in the gar
bage pfc.
Checotah's midsummer festivities be-
gan yesterday, and a horse race and
fist fight were pulled off before din
ner.
Dead animals should be carried off
beyond the limits of the city and buried
instead of being dumped in some OBJ
scure alley or out on the public high
way.
Charles Gibson has retired from the
race for chief and will support Porter.
The Journal has no choice left but to
do the same thing-and we might do
worse.
The investigation of territorial af-
fairs is about to be dropped. What
the gander leg dudes in Washington
who presume to run our affairs, need
is hickory poles instead of Irvine
strings for backbones.
The news items are typical of the
west; indeed, possible only there:
John Phelps killed a man while |
dreaming last night.
Long Tiger, an Indian, was brought |
in to-day from Proctor by Deputy Mar |
shall lilly. He is charged with misap- |
hogs.
Deputy Marshal Tilly attempted to |
arrest one John Haggard, cattle |
thief, at Dogtown yesterday, and had |
to shoot at him. When asked to throw |
up his hands and consider himself UNI
ACl oA1CSI L1d5SdIu LUX TO his h56lS, |
lilly leveled his pistol, and,
taking good aim, fired, but the bullet |
spent its force and dropped before over |
taking the fleeing man, who made good |
his escape. lilly says he watched the |
ball fellow the thief half a mile, and |
that it gradually lost ground until it |
spent itself.
True love runs no more smoothly in |
the Indian land than elsewhere, as this
item shows:
John Turner. who works on the |
Deere farm, was in the city last Fri |
day for the purpose of meeting Mrs. |
Nancy Manyon, a widow, and being |
coupled UP for better or for more. But, |
sad to relate, the blushing Mrs. Tur- |
failed to materialize, and |
John got huffy, condemned the entire |
fair sex to a warmer cline than this, |
and went home.
One must not overlook at least one |
of the Indian letters to the editor, and |
here is one which is headed, What an
Indian Thinks About Whisky"
Whisky is a fine drink, and it seems
like everybody lines drink; but I
know whisky is murderer and rob-
Der, too, and it takes all the money
away from a man.
And when a man goes to town and
tells his wife he is going to get such
things and so his wife would depend
on him and also his children but
when he got back he would be drunk
ana his wife feelings is hurt and also
his children because he come home
drunk and broke. This tell us the
whisky is bad thing.
Well, my friends, don't touch nor
drink and save money and you will get
rich. And so, l never have seen a
whisky drinker fail to get poor, and
always stay Door for all his life.
l used to drink whisky myself about
twenty-five years ago, and 1 quit ever
since, and if everybody too like me
wouldn't it be good? Your friend,
Jim Barnett.
Mr.. Posey has the, distinction of be-
ng the one and only Indian humorist
When youth he gained some local
anne as the author of Indian verse I'M
Ter the nom de plume of 'Chinnubble
Harjo." He was born in the territory
n 1873 and was educated at Bacone
University, Muscogee, 1. T. He has
)een superintendent of several Greeks
and is one of the strongest
advocates Of a separate Indian state
n which no intoxicating liquor shall
sver be sold.