Elmore County Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1910-1915, 1910-11-19
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howard NduH, OF the Manchester
Press, delivered an address be-
fore the Upper Iowa Editorial
Association recently which emit
ties him to a place among the
rest of the humorlSts whose pie
lures are to adorn the walls Of
the Halls Of Fame. Comparing
the farmer with the newspaper
man Mr.. Raun said:
II am here to say that the
man who owns eighty acres Of
Iowa land and who has brains
enough to till it, makes the lot
of country newspaper men look
like the last sad remnants of a
Ouch lunch. The farmer has the
best of it all around. He is as
in dependent as the American EX-
press Company. He doesnt have
to write soulful obituary over
the remains Of some peak head
ed bloke who cayed his wife S
ribs in with a grub stake and
kept on display an exhibit Of cut
plug profanity that would make
the efforts of a steamboat mate
sound like a meeting Of the Ep-
worth League. He doesn t have
to go into raptures over the beau
ty of an open-faced bride with a
cast of countenance that would
blow out the gas, and he can say
what he dunn pleases about a
candidate for congress, something
no newspaper ever dared to do
unless he had just lost the post
office. The farmer ism t required
to lie until his back teeth fall out
about the sterling manhood Of a
groom with ears like a cauliflower
plant, and the brain power of a
shoat. He doesn't have to run
a piano contest for the most beau
tlful young lady in the commu-
nifty, make everybody sore about
the winner, and then print a sew
enty-five cent half tone of the
beauty that looks like the tin
type of grandma at the age of
thirteen. There is nothing in the
farmers curriculum that obliges
him to paint the local soprano
as a heaven sent SOngSter. when
in fact she has a voice that would
make a guinea hen weep. lie is
not called upon to paint the yir
tues of a prominent citizen who
earned his money by collecting
notes with a draw shave and who
would have an attack of heart
failure if suddenly separated
from two bits of real money.
The farmer can stand on the
street corner and roar about
smallpox in town until his Whis
kers curl up like lean man with
the wind collie, and if the news
paper man runs a three line item
to the same effect his advertisers
will land on him and make him
resemble a fcrushed fruit salad.
If the printer opens his head a
bout the presence Of slot machines
penny ante and holes-in-the-Wall
every candidate he supports at
the primary election will have
about as much show of nomina-
ton as a one-legged man in a
hurdle race. The farmer can sit
on his front porch and lambast
the board of supervisors from
supper to breakfast, and if the
newspaper man jars a board off
the fence in that direction his
appeal for the county printing
will be about as effective as a
live broil with tobasco sauce.
THE farmer can express his
opinion of the new Methodist
preacher in firm and loud voice
on the four corners, and if the
printer ventures to express the
view that the preacher ought to
be chasing a curry-comb over a
milk COW instead of filling a
large room with thin ozone and
misnformation, he will lose sub
Scribers so fast that he won t
have the circulation of a cold
storage egg IT, farmer doesn' t
have t. Impress chaste kiss on
the nose OF his foreman in order
to keep him from getting drunk
On press day, neither does he
lave to get somebody to go on
his note when the devil careless
ly feeds a pair of pipe tongs
through the cylinder press or
the rats chew the lining off
new set of rollers. There is no
law which compels him to fill
four columns of space with a
clogged think-tank and a stick
full of brainfood.