Arizona republican., 1917-08-26
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William Allen White in Emporia
 Gazette)

William Allen White in Emporia
 Gazette)
 In the Topeka Capital, Col. J. E. House, recalling the time when J. F. Todd shook up behind him and hit him with loaded cane, rises gently to the serene and philosophlc mood that comes when one views the days that were. From that want age point he calls upon the Elm poria Gazette to reprint the story of the lady who chased it's editor with a horsewhp. The suggestion IS aot Lad one. We should follow
 t but for a plan we have been ma turing for years, to print our recol- iections of the perilOus time of the Kansas press
 These pallid days upon which we have fallen do not recall the blithe gay years when reporting was com 9ined with foot racing, mayhem, ground and lofty tumbling, buck and wing dancing and assault with intent to kill. Thirty-two years ago this summer we began to kick the heavy Colt jobber, rustic personals at the trains and drop watermelon rinds on prominent citizens passing below as we nolded public opinion in the forms hot and often rebellious, for the columns of the Butler County Democrat
 Our first essay at reform was upon d gambler who had little stud game four doors down the hallway from the office, and who used to like to take out a girl we fancied in a red wheeled buggy. That red wheeled buggy gave us a realizing sense of he wickedness of the gam olers life. The Gambler Got the Girl So, while the editor was out of ! town, we slipped an item in the paper about the stud game which ! he city marshal could not well over 1 look. The item was a mistake. That gambler sat up out of hours four long days to get chance to kick our base of supplies into our sub 1 consciousness, and only a fleet and earnest pair of young feet kept the gambler from achieving his end. h. | cidentally, he got the girl. Which | taught us a lesson about the grati- Jude of republics.
 The year following while riding the | hook and ladder trucks to fires and | drawing $S a week as runaway re-
 porter and train chaser for Bent Mur-
 dock on the ElDorado Republican. we
 were persuaded by a local advertiser
 to make a few sensible remarks about i q lady peddling corsets in the town 1 who was taking business from the 1 merchant prince. The lady went to 1 the harness shop, bought keen raw | hide and walked Main street and | Sixth avenue for two days and haunted the Fl Dorado Republican of at for hn The boss and the foreman expressed
 virtuous indignation to her at the 1 shameless attitude of the repo~ter and he made his beat from the alleys
 meekly peering into a store from the back room to see if she was ] there, before entering it, and never l getting far from the alley door, We | wrote our copy on the back stairs 1nd sent it in by the devil who once
 being eager for foot race or some
 thipg equally good, told the waiting
 and obdurate woman where we were perched.
 "A Gorgeous Filtration With Death Then that episode passed, and we
 roasted a circus that didn't advertise
 enough to suit our nice taste in those
 matters, and if the circus had sent 8
 sober man to do it's fighting he might
 
 years we attempted to paralvZe the
 Farmers Alliance, and were ridden 1T
 effigy through the streets of town;
 a boycott was declared on the paper
 and the candidate for county attorney
 on the alliance ticket bought a Eur
 to answer our charges.
 Then we moved to Lawrence where We have winged many a gay mil, down Massachusetts Street befor, irate citizens, have faced many furious mob of democrats in the of flee, coming in to stop subscription and order out advertising. Ono, Jerry Gladheart-peace to his ashes sent word that he would shoot us ol sight, and once Pete Foley came t, call with a large, feverish ball bat
 and remained to pray. Life at Law renee was just one long. gorgeous filtration with violent death. In Kansas City, life grew gradual, dull and monotonous. So we left fo Emporia, where for few years
 business did pick up. We wer slugged by prominent citizen chased by lady, laid for by a fe male jointist with a pistol, an,
 hanged in effigy in a populist parade A negro murderer once tried to fus his way into fame through our re mains, which would not remain, an, local stateman once removed
 big gun from an indignant reade who desired our blood.
 Once the Dog Was Poisoned The committee has told us we ha to leave town; bankers have warne us against our past due paper. am once our dog was poisoned by de signing enemies
 Yet, as we are facing 50. we lool back from these placid heights to tn turmoil that was yesterday, withou much regret We are more circum spect than we used to be; words ar ] weighed more carefully than the were in our teens and POS and 30s when we tossed language gaily abou like the dews of heaven, letting i fall upon the just and the unjust But we wonder if our circumspec ton is due to wisdom, or if, per chance, in the dear dead days be yond recall, ere in our lives the raj began to fall" we were not bolstere by the deep sustaining faith that " could run like whitehead: whil now the passing years have checke our speed. broken our wind and mad us kindly cautious, if not entirel wise.