Arizona republican., 1919-08-14
THURSDAY MORNING, AUGUST l4, 1913
EDITORIAL
WHILE THE COYOTES HowLED
c. G. H.. Editor


 With this mornings issue the Cancels Back begins the presentation to it's readers of one of the most un- usual features ever attempted by al newspaper. The feature takes the form of st serial known as the Diary of Al Office Seeker.
 It is the actual record of a once famous politician who was discovered by one of our reportorial staff, wan dering ainalessly about the desert look ing for a place to lie down and die. Disappointed in a love affair and busted from office because he refused to obey the dictates of the unscrupu- ious ring this once noble character lad broken down under the strain and sough. self destruction out on the desert. Arriving at the chosen spot, he accidentally discovered that he had left his gun at home, and started back to get it when heat and hunger got the best of him. and he began to wanfier Later he began to repent, and in. this condition he was found by our reporter.
 How the reporter himself happened to be aloTle on the desert is, in itself, pretty l,it of romance that must not go by without notice. It appears that the reporter had been having a bit of hard luck. News wasn't breaking right for him, and when it did break he never seemed able to get it past the city editors desk. And if the c. e. did condes;cend to let it pass he turned It over to the re-write man to be put in plain English In despair the r.> porter took his pay envelope with the five dollars in it, squandered it on a meal at a cheap lunch counter ana set out for dry spot on the desert there to lie down and await the com ing of the Great Reaper.
 How long he had lain there is not oertain-he himself says it co.:sdn'i have been over two or three weeks when a huge 1Iack object came snuff ling across the sands and fell upor him. He lost consciousness.
 When lie woke up it was with the feeling that there was something heavy lying across his dining room 1t was.
 It was none other than the heart broken politician whom we left wan. dering on the desert four paragraph. back.
 What are you doing here2. de manded the reporter in no uncertain tone.
 T am repenting,s answered tn, broken-heslrted politician.
 Why are you repenting2" was thu second demand
 T am repenting that I didn't breal my neck when I stumbled over you. ?
 In spite of his weakened condition the reporter sensed a story and bit b, bit drew it. out of the politician. Fai into the night they sat and take, while the wonderful desert mooi bathed the two Respondents in it healing, quieting light and the coyote punctuated the politicians story witt their weird cries.
 And. concluded the politician, .Iv got all the dope right here in m diary
 Your daryl" fairly screamed tn reporter as he leaped to his feet wit ecstacy. My Gawd, man, how won derfull A diary Why, Old Horse our fortune is made. Any newspape will print any diary in serial form an the readers will devour it. Come bac with me. Fate at last has been kin to us. l will whip the thing in shap for publication. sell it to the Camel Back, and split the proceeds with yo fifty-fifty Are you on?''
 My init on it.' fervently remarke the politician with characteristic ele gance.
 And so the two erstwhile outcast turned their backs on the shimmerin desert and made for town. The