The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1910-10-20

Ou HIS UOG0 WAOh - 0SN'l GAIT
lessly feeds pal,' of pipe tongs
through the cylnder press or the
rats chew the lining off a rew set of
rollers. There is o law which
compels him to fill i ur columns of
space with a think tank and stick
: .f .'.:u-fO
III the editor a3' wo days of
in fishing in suecession. his patrons
call him lCafer AID ta&e their lob
work to the other office. If he
works until he is bowed over like a
fat man with cramps people say he
is too stingy to hire extra help. If
he contributes $500 to The w. G.. r,
U. and wears boiled shirt On Sun
day the banks call in his notes with
noise like a wOOdel-Iegged man
falling on a tin roof. and if he re-
fuses to dig up for. the Woman s
Relief Corps supper he is branded
as miser and avoided as if he had
| the hives. The farmer can look
Every man in TIE face and tell him to
go.where thereis no premium on coal
slack, and if the printer informs
man who tries to beat him out of
four years subscription that he is
so crooked that he couldn't 90 to
sleep in roundhouse he is liable to
be reduced to the consistency of
cornstarch pudding.
''In view OF these facts, why is
the profession overcrowded? There
are severcl reasons. One is that
man is vain bird and is never
happier than when he is yapping
in linotype slugs. Many man
would rather dispense fourteen
columns of crooked rhetoric and live
on ossiied liver and iced tea, thar
shave the warts off calf's head and
hold pail for sucking calf. even
though he can fill up on green corn
and side pork until he wheezes like
an accordion with the asthma.
There are others, including a fair
sprinklipg of jacklegged lewyers
and ham-strung school teachers, who
have imbibed the notion that the
editors life is softer than the head
of two-ply sport. These rush in
with 800 outfit and wind pressure
that would blister the lining out of a
steel range and fill long felt want
with the grace and abandon of a hare
Tipped hired girl at a beauty show.
Nothing ever drives these startlings
out of the profession except sudden
death or the sheriff. Then there are
those misguided, ambitious polite
ians who believe that the easiest
way to clasp fat office to your bo-
som is to become the editor of a
newspaper These usually fade
away like goat on a string bean
diet, carrying through lifea look Of
hopeless sorrow and remdrse that
would wiring the tears from a porce-
lain egg.
"It the newspaper men knew the
Joys and independence of the farm
er's life. be would kick himself up to
peak until he looked like a rat tail
ed file for continuing to make him
self the door mat of the stiff-necked
and ungodly community. Gentle
communion with the kline is far bet
ter than animal ted converse with an
irate subscriber with fists like a
premium ham and the disposition of
a hyena. Let us reform. brethren,
and get close to ature's heart with
three tined pitchfork and self
feeding manure spreader. We will
live longer, or at any ra tie it will
seem longer, as the m arried man
said, and if the worst comes to
worst. we can live on rutabagas and
and rock salt, which, we have no
doubt, is an improvement to our GUS
tomary diet. Then Back to the Soil
will be the password and Sob Bos
the grand mailing sign of distress. "
We want good man to work our
farm adjoining the city, and will fur
is stock on shares. Write, Love
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