The Tupelo journal., 1917-07-20
THE TRUTH AS THE
EDITOR TOLD IT

A West Texas editor got tired of
being called a "liar" because of an
occasional typographical error or
slight disarrangement of the facts in
publishing a commonplace news item.
In his wrath he announced in bold
face black type as follows:
"a lot of people in this town fall
out with the editor and brand him a
liar when the ordinary human mis-
takes of life show up in a newspa-
per. You have a little charity and
fellow feelin' for every man in town
but your editor. You claim that
you want the facts, and id if l
don't give 'em to you. Read the
next issue of this sheet and you'll
see some facts with the bark off. I'll
admit that l have been a liar, an
editorial liar, even since / have been
editing this sheet, but | have never
printed a lie in these columns ex-
cept to save somebody's feelings
from being hurt. Pm not afraid Of
any of you and I'll be dad blamed if
| don't print the plain truth from
ROW on, or until you get out of the
habit of calling me a liar every time
| make some little unavoidable typo
graphical error. Watch my smoke"
Here r some paragraphs culled
from the next issue:
John Coyle, the groceryman, who
voted with the Republicans in 1896,
and more mail-order whis-
key than any other member of the
Baptist church in this county, is DO
ing a poor business. His store is
dirty and dusty. It is a wonder he
has any business at all.
Rev. Sly preached last Sunday
night at the Christian church. His
sermon was punk and uninteresting,
except some stuff he quoted from
Bob Ingersoll, for which he failed to
Givc Bob any credit. He also recited
a few passages from one of William
Ebert Munsey's sermons and had
TIE gall to palm it off as his own.
Dave Charter died at his home
two miles north of this place, last
Tuesday night. Dock Holderness,
who is an old friend of the family, at
tonGe I'd him a few minutes before he
nx-o-snH Eo ~ - D,,A 4h,t Doyn
dieG of heart failure. That is a lie.
Dave died from drinking too much
OF. q very poor grade Of mail-order
Kicker. This paper prints the truth.
Tom Spradlin married Miss Cordle
NIeador last trades day at the coun-
ty seat. 1t amt generally known,
but The marriage was brought about
mainly by a Remington shotgun
manipulated by the brides father,
Tom concluding that m%arryin' was
the healthiest thing he could do I'M
til other arrangements could be
made.
Roger Lloyd, cashier of the State
Jain az VlliOW NIONS, ulcu VcuIlSS-
day evening and was buried Friday
in Mound cemetery. He had been TAX
ing this paper seven years, and so
far hasn't paid US a cent; we think
that he, being a banker, would pay
some time. We will sell the account
for two bits worth of fresh greens.
MorroI Misc C~ CoxLI-
and Horace Guffin, last Saturday, at
the Methodist parsonage, Rev. James
c. Williams officiating. The bride
is a very ordinary town girl who
flirts with all the travelling men she
meets and lever helped her mother
three days all put together in her
whole life. She is anything but a
beauty, resembling a gravel pit in
the face, and walks like a duck. The
groom is a natural born loafer and
bum. He never did a lick of work
until his step-daddy run him off from
home last fall. He went to the
county seat, and just before starv-
ing to death accepted a job as cham
Der maid in a livery stable. AS soon
as his ma found out where he was
she went and got him and brought
him home. He now resides at the
home of his wife's father and says
that he has no definite plan for the
future. Susie will have a hard row
to how.-Dallas Pitchfork.