Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1909-04-24


cool by this time. II don't write ev-
erything that's in he paper by any
means; If did my salary would be
bigger" IL don't care niggah plea
yune IL you do or don't. Yore the
editor and responsible fer every
doggone bit of stuff that blackens
yer sheet" | slowly read aloud the
item his finger marked: Mrs. Shaw
will hold an informal reception at
her house this evening" That isn't
bad" | added, "only I'm sorry
can't go; previous engagement.
THAT amt it," Bob said after dis
comlitted pause, find that about the
two Bobs." My eyes were opened.
tried to explain that the reporter
must have been drunk, the editor abb
sent, and the whole Office force more
or less demoralized, but It did not do
any good. Indeed" | said at last,
getting out Of patience, Il fail to see
where the insult comes in" You do,
eh?" he cried; well, you apologize
pretty blame quick in tomorrer's pa
per, or I'll thrash you so you'll need
the purtection of three Bobs, all of
them niggahs." | promised to pub
lish the retraction, and the fellow
clanked downstairs back to his beat,
The next day | had what follows in
a conspicuous place on the first page
of the Echo:
"RETRACTIoN
Yesterday, shortly after the pub
the appointment of the two Bobs on
the police force of this city, Robert
Jack, Esquire, called upon the edi-
tor. and expressed himself as being
much aggrieved, offended, insulted,
and with malice aforethought ma
ligned, by us because we coupled his
name with that OF our respected cit
izpn, Robert Camp, Esquire. Mr..
Jack must have been laboring under
temporary emotional insanity, or a
paralysis OF horse-sense, for he went
so far as to say that If public apol-
ogy was not made by this Office not
later than today, he would thrash
the editor. AS we like to please our
Democratic subscribers, and not be-
cause we care at all for continuous
epidermis, we promised to retract.
While Mr.. Jack was going out at the
front door of our sanctum with this
assurance, Mr.. Camp came in at the
back, wiping his forehead. He was
fat and out OF breath, and looked
about as angry as a ripe watermelon.
Am yo de editah?' he asked, TAX
ing off his hat.
I yam replied.
Did yo' write dat arp he con-
tinued, pulling paper out of his
pocket and rolling his eyes over its
columns. Cos eff yo' did, Use
pow'ful min to put a cyard In de
papah sayin' dat my name ant Bob
Camp. nebbah 'sochiated wild white
trash nohow, an now Use on de p'lice
fo'ce Use gwine to be mighty scrump-
tious about 'erhexions on nah fam
bly,. Ef yo' doan min, Boss, yo' can
jess print my cyard wild dem are SEN
timents on it,
II take pleasure herewith in kill
ing two birds at one Bob. / do most
humbly apologize to both these ma
ligned gentlemen for coupling their
names in familiar manner; in in
sinuating that in any shape or form
Mr.. Jack or Mr.. Camp could possibly
be engaged in the same line OF bust
ness.
I'VE had not looked at It in that
light before, and, on consideration
of the matter, we confess that Mr..
Jack had great cause to be offended.
but that Mr.. Camp had more.
Hoping that these two distin-
guished and gallant gentlemen of the
old South will step up and pay their
subscriptions to the Echo (now long
past due), We remain for all time,
'THE EDITOR -