The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-10-04
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
LATE MR.. M'GLUCKEN
BY MAX ADLER.

'Mr Peters," said the editor e the
new reporter, you say you were per
sonally acquainted with the deceased,
Mr.. McGIucken?"
''Yes. sir"
'And you are certain of the facts
that you have given In his obituary
notice?"
well, tolerably certain"
Because. in describing his appear
ance, ycu say that he had a Roman
nose. and only one eye. and that there
was wart upon IT. Do understand
you that the wart was upon the Ro-
man nose or the eye? The expression
is not perfectly clear"
"The nose, of course"
you remark, also, that Mr.. Nc
Glucken's nose was badly injured in
the railroad accident at Newark, IN
consequence of the bridge giving way.
Now, ! don't catch the drift OF this.
Do you mean that the railroad acct
dent resulted from the breaking of
the bridge of Mr McGlucken's nose,
OF that the bridge of his nose gave
way after the accident. or that the
nose was hurt by the railroad bridge
giving way. or how? You are not
definite enough"
81 refer TO the railroad bridge"
"Ahl Then you go ON to say that
Mr.. McGlucken married in 1897, but
that after a year of too brief happi-
ness, his wife died suddenly, leaving
him with eight dear little children.
the eldest of whom was but seven
years of age. This is calculated to
MI the minds Of readers with per-
plexity. Are you sure there we're
eight children? And. IL so. that the
Oldest was but seven years OF age?"
81 forgot to state that Mrs. Nc
Chicken had been married before. and
that there were three sets OF twins"
"The omission is important. | mo-
tice that you say. in the fourth para
graph from the bottom, that McGluck-
EN- went to sea when he was a young
man, and that his craft was stove at
ward you remark that at poker he
never had a rival. Now, can hardly
believe you mean It. and yet do you
know that a superficial reader, glanc-
ing over your article, might easily
get the impression that McGlucken
or other. managed to row himself
ashore on the Fiji islands with a
poker Read il over and. see for your
self. / tell you. Mr.. Peters. this kind
of want of defniteness won't do for
a newspaper. 1t confuses peoples
minds. and maddens them, and brings
them down here with murder in their
hearts"
'T admit that 1t is not exactly clear"
"But this is not the worst What do
you mean when you cay, in the fifth
paragraph, that while Mr.. McGlucken
lived in Perkiomen township, ne was
somewhat lame for a few years. and
that he had the largest corn in the
country-it was more than eight feet
high? Now. do you mean that he had
a corn eight feet high. or that he had
corn in his field eight feet high. and
If the latter. why do you associate the
I corn with Mr.. McGlucken's laTneness?
Don't you see for yourself that most
! persons would get the notion that Nc
Glucken's lameness was caused by q
| corn which grew up through his boot
and was fastened to his hat? Why,
Mr.. Peters, if we were to print thing
like that | believe this office would be
gutted by mob be5are night"
II see. | must rewrite that"
Fright afterward. next to that sim
gular reference to the fact that his
aunt persisted in putting on her gum
shoes whenever she went to bed, and
that his grandmother swallowed her
spectacles three times ia church. you
remark that in 1906 Mr.. McGlucken
was taken with torpidity of the liver.
whereupon. he joined the Swedenbor-
gian church, and voted the Populist
ticket regularly. You see you fail to
make the thing connect. People will
want to know how torpidity OF the
liver drove him over to the Sweden
borgians, and why a Swedenborgian
with an Ineffective liver should have a
propensity to support the Populists
And 30 sooner does the bewildered
reader give up the problem than you
add. respecting Mr.. McGlucken's con-
nection with the church choir. that he
was fine singer generally. but on
this particular Sunday he rode his ia
vorite horse to church, and, as he had
the heaves, he had to stop before
reaching his destination, so he missed
his usual participation in the services,
ct cetera, ct cetera. | pledge you my
word Of honor, Mr.. Peters, as man
who has his finger on the public pulse,
there will be a million people around
here tomorrow perfectly savage to
know whether McGlucken had the
heaves, or whether the horse had! No,
Mr. Peters, II won't do! 1t really
won't want to put in good obitu-
nrv of Nfo(s1,.c1xon I kunu v0u want