Cayton's weekly. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, 1920-04-17
THE PASSING THRONG

and f.. {. Miller, and as | was getting ready
to follow my usual custom and hot foot it
over there my boy insisted that l go over
in the auto, to which l reluctantly con.
scented. but I finally stepped into the car
and before could kiss my baby good bye
| was where | was. On arriving at my
destination, a number of those present
standing on the outside Of the building. al
most in one voice said, CHOW you look like
a real editor" and "that's the way for an
editor to come to such Meetings. To say
the least. | was nOnpused because looking
at it from my point Of view as an editor, I
felt completely out Of my element and I
felt that everybody else who saw and per-
sonally knew me, felt about the same espec.
tally in that particular, just as l did.
After returning home I thought about
what had been said to me as to my manner
Of getting to the meeting and | thought OF
my poor success in operating a weekly
paper, and it struck me, like clap of
thundr from a clear sky, that my failure in
doing so was due to the fact that | have
never had the money to "make up" in an
imposing manner. and nature endowed me
with neither an imposing stature nor fine
looks, hence I had never been able to suf-
fcienty impress my fellow man with the
idea that [ had anything under my hat,
save bump, when [ had it on my head.
Do not understand me to say that there
really is anything under my hat but whe-
Their there is or is not one thing is certain,
| have never been able to make my fellow
man believe there is, all of which, in my
opinion, fully explains why | have never
been able to leave the hitching post in my
editorial cndeavors.
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In this connection, I am going to re-
peat story concerning my editorial eX-
perience, which once before appeared in
these columns. | apparently had an al
nlirer in this city, who subscribed for Cay
toms Weekly, and after he had read the
same he religously mailed it to friend in
Oklahoma and his friend seemed much in
terested in it and frequently wrote his
Seattle friend fattering compliments about
Cayton's Weekly, all Of which in due course
Of time reached my ear which, Of course,
made my chest heave to like the ebb and
flow Of old ocean itself. The Oklahoma
reader finally decided that the Puget
Sound country was the long looked for
promised land and moved his family thith-
en- My Seattle admirer lost no time in
husting his friend over to my home that
his friend might see in person the editorial
enthusiasm he was ushered into my home
and presented to the editor Of Cayton's
Weekly, and his disappointment and cha
grin on being introduced were so apparent
that he embarrassed the whole of us. He
reluctantly shook my hands and then in
advertenty remarked, II thought you were
very large man., and then hestated but
added, land very fine looking man, in
rich raimant with luxurious surroundings
All present finally enjoyed the awkwardness
Of the situation and a good old fashioned
laugh was the result.
In my more youthful days I was men,
Der of brass band and after we had
learned to play few pieces we would go
out to serenade our friends, and on such
occasions the persons living near would
turn out to hear us play and I observed
that there were but two instruments in
that band that attracted any attention and
they were the tuba, on account of it's size,
and the cornet, on account Of it's diminu-