The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-07-04

mule threw grass and dirt ten feet
high. Come to headquarters to have
mysteries cleard up.
The editor of the Lone Jack Re
corder spent two days in the thlckets
of Wolf Mountain the other day He
had abused us editorially, and some
one had told him We We're headed
that way We shouldn't have hurt
MINDLESS you, no! We haven't time
to fool away on him.
we had seven stops on our local
subscription list last week, and in a
day or two we shall be around ask
ing: What is the use?" AS our guns
will be along with us, we shall look
for prompt and lucid explanations
We always want to know why man
either subscribes for or stops his
Kicker.
During the last year The Kicker
published two million more advertise
ments than during the year before,
and it now takes % strong and healthy
men to receive and classify the ads.
daily handed over the counter. Some
New York daily may try to outlie us
in this respect, but we shall see their
figures and go one better.
We are often asked by our enthus-
iastic friends to name the exact cir
culation of The Kicker We dare not
do it. If we should name the figures
of the Gulch as a liar. Just think of
billions and let it go at that.
We had felt for a year past up to
May 1st that we would be compelled
to shoot ex-Judge Topping and add
him to the list quietly sleeping in
our private editorial graveyard, but
he went off to Mexico the last week
came that he had been lynched for
robbery. We feel sorry for him, and
yet we are glad he is off our hands.
To be in an undecided state wor-
ries U.S.
Mr.. TreadwelI, the drummer from
Chicago, who was shot through the
shoulder Monday night, had travelled
and supposed that a straight beat a
flush. This town is headquarters for
setting folks right, but facts have to
be shot into some of the anxious in
Quirers-
Lampus Joe struck town the other
day with loaded dice and marked
cards and a desire to up his fellow
men for gain, but he didn't last long
The city marshal warned him to get
gait on him, and the pace was a
hard one for his poor old cayuse.
Som timeS we let a bad man daily
here for week or two and bring on
financial panic, and sometimes he
wants wings to get out fast enough.
That class must take their chances.
In returning from Pine Hill the
other day, road agent at Wolf Creek
attempted to hold US up for our
wealth. but after We had made the
dust fly with our third bullet, he took
to his heels and disappeared. Our
motto is: "Promptness and Despatch"
in all such cases. but at the same time
we have no wish to scare a fellow
man to death.
Some day we shall journey over to
Gopher Valley to get a look at the
country, and when the 100-pound man
who runs the Weekly Echo hears that
we are in town, he will either have
heart failure or break for the brush
and not be heard of again in a week.
We had a long-distance telephone
put into The Kicker Office last week
and it had not been working above
two hours when Major Clymer, whom
we advised in a brotherly way some
time since to leave town, called us
up clear across Arizona to observe
that we were liar and a horse-thief.
This electricity is certainly a Won
derful thing, but we are going to be
as placid over it as possible.
Big Ed Tucker of the Gray Eagle
saloon is not to blame for being a
cross-eyed man. but he is to blame
for dropping in and shooting at US
and Wounding compositor in the
back room. Ed should either get his
eye Strengthened or use a club.
Jack Ellis, cowboy on the Two
Bar ranch pulled a gun on US on the