Elko independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 1915-current, 1918-02-01
GOODBYE AND HELLO!

GOODb ANU rElNS.
1t is with a deep and sL-cs-s -ssC:
that We bid goodbye - Gec-Es -
Russell, until today --l--g--a--- -
the pen that sPgez1 =cs- @ &c -=S
on our low.y SsSs.- lssss-gs --S= %
the ooc2Ssaz 80 .-lrs- - II 4 Il ;1,-
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We E-L-7sG y I'm =sll guL AN 90
held OK Gsurya anu beg i'm ~ s-It
with u awhile, Just 10 have An
around. That's the KIND gL -z--"
he Is. \ uiorp ICva1le fellow, be--s-
companion. more competent news
paper man never rUausG the streets
than our George" and our George
he is going to be, no matter what
goal may claim him. The writer met
George B. Russell under rather pc
culiar, but exciting conditions, to say
the least, but conditions that did not
belle his manhood, nor his honesty,
nor his love OF right. The meeting
took place on the main street in
winnemucca, Nevada, and about all
that was distinguishable OF George
was a mass of arms and legs, a yitrio-
lie atmosphere surrounding him and a
sturdy opponent doing his best to put
a damper on Georges fighting spirit
The majority of the mass OF arms
and legs belonged TO Lee Wendell, at
that the editor of the WinncmuCCa
Silver State. Lee had made some
rather personal and deep-sounding re-
marks about the little weekly which
George was then turning out with hi
feet in lowly little Office in the town
of Winnemucca, but suffice il to say
that despite Lees fighting proves,
he made no further remarks of any
description about George and his foot
press when Our George" got through
with him. We fell for George right
away. I'VE" were only a kid" then,
but we went right home and put him
down in our idOl.bOOk forthwith. After
that the town bully was always re-
fer-ed TO George whenever he seemed
in danger Of cleaning up everything in
sight. \ And the same old fighting
spirit is with him yet. The martial
strains of military bands are calling
ands of feet are finding an echo in
his own. The call of 100 100000 peo-
pie with millions more depending up
on them is finding a sounding board
in Georges heart. He is going with
his Uncle Sam, and God Bless him
and send him home to us safe and
sound when this blood curtain that
enshrouds the world shall have beer
torn asunder. Goodbye George, ole
boy; there was never doubt abou
your spirit. Again Goodbye; until ",
meet again.
But this occasion need not be en-
tirely plastcrcd with gloom. Not tina
George is a gloom. or ever wa on,
but every cloud has silver lining
and we hope to be II, for awhile q
least a newspaper holds deep an
dark mysteries for Us. We feel Xix
the small boy after mother turns th
light out. We want to crawl under a
the cover we can get and like iii
ostrich imagine because we can't SO
anything We are safe from all harm
The presses sing with a sort OF swc,
music to us, but it is mystoTIul
music. The Intcrtypc man Is hayiT
the time Of his life running IL aruw
because he knows darncd we'll "
don't know enough to answer n!
is having the joke of his life nguriT
on what soft thing he has abe;
OF him. But we have a feeling In
before long the music of the pre-
will be sweeter because of its famI
arity; the IntCTtypC man Will prObab
quit because we will get to knC
more about IL than he does. while l.
Stcnlnger will have to look olsowho
for his soft snap. We think We a
going to like this. And so, IIcl
people; let's try and get along,
the first place @ don't intend to ma
any money out of other peoples m
fortunes, we are not feminist the &c
eminent, and we don't propose to
told where to head in by anybody.
you remember that these are o
Golden Texts and We remember m
people are only human we think eve
thing will be as sweet aa the ro
So let tho nows happen while
hold tho sack.
&c.
EnM ,rnNreENytc rarE