The Washington herald., 1914-11-22

The Lone Jack Recorder" says that
we evidently consider our-self bigger
man than the Governor. Perhaps we do.
We have lately caught ourselves wear
ing our hat on our ear and stepping high,
and maybe we ere growing conceited.
There is room in the town for another
bark. but in place Of 1t fourteen new
saloons are to he opened within the next
month. One can't expect to have all the
good things in this world. however.
When Jim Mccoy left this town for
New Mexico We Offered to bet him five
dollars even up that he'd be lynched
within three months. Had Jim taken the
wager he would have won News was
received the other day OF his hanging,
and II was just three months and day:
He was pulled up for horse stealing. and
the account SAYS he died without making
any great fuss about II.
We have once or twice mentioned the
habit We have somehow fallen into OF
splitting all over a mans boots when we
stand talking with him. We don't mean
anything by il. and all ouf friends ex-
cuse US. but as we are going down to
Florence next week we wish to prepare
the people OF that town in advance. Pay
no attention to US when We spit II Is
only when We reach for our hind pocket
that any one need anticipate trouble.
The editor OF the Blue Hill Sentinel
came cut Win an FIlIOEldl last "Eth III
which he said that he once led us around
a block by the nose. and that We were a
man made up Of bluff and brag- We rode
over to Blue Hill last Wednesday and We
hadn't got within half mile of the town
when the Sentinel man broke for the
woods and went into hiding. We shall
slice of one of his ears some day, and
preserve It in cheap gin
There were about twenty Digger In
dams in town the other day, and one OF
them who was mousing around in the
rear OF the Kicker office found 10
pounds OF roller composition and divid-
ed it up with the band. No deaths fol-
lowed, but there WAS a bilious collie cir
/ Gus which brought out two doctors and
half the population, and that crowd viii
take scrap-iron in preference after this.
4 stranger from Utah named McRob-
erts was told by some of the boys ihe
other day that VIC were putting on g
heap OF style over being elected Mayor
for the fourth time, and he loaded up
his gun and Gale at the off1ce to take US
down a peg or two. McR0berts now LES
IN the town hospital. and his list of cas-
ualtieS included cuts. bumps, spralns,
bruises swellings and a broken kneecap.
We carry no chip on our shoulder, but
our wheels are always creased for bus:-
ness.
Day before Yesterday We we're told that
Major Cahoon was laying his wires TO
get us removed from the pOstmastershiI
and secure our place. We were writing
an article on the annexation OF Mexico
at the time. but VIC laid down our pen
and began looking for the major. After
an hours search we found him. and the
fist thing he did was 10 search for his
gun. He was five seconds slow. how
ever, and as We backed him up against
the wall he took water in the most grace
full manner. He not only denied that he
was scheming against US, but declared
that he would camp on the trail Of any
Cne who had the audaCity to oppose us.
The major is a slick, sleek liar, but We
lay nothing up against him. We are a.
solid in the pOstOffiCe as any mountain
on its base. and We can't be rooted ont
by anything less than revolution.
We take pleasure in recommending Mr.
David Jones to the favorable consider
alton Of the public Of this section Of Ari-
zona and likewise express the hope that
he may meet with nothing but good luck
Mr.. Jones is a highway robber. He halt
ed us at Red Dog Creek last Sunday as
We were riding out to Big { Ranch. and
had robbed us OF everything when he
learned that We sometimes indulged IN
the game OF poker. He kindly lent US q
dollar of our own money as a stake, and
half an hour later we had won every
thing back and one of mis- guns to boot
He accepted the result without a kick,
and parted from US in the most friendly