Again we are called upon to apologize to our readers for advertising
what we had reason to expect would occur at the time advertised, but
which failed to show up. We allude to the end of the world which was to
have taken place last Sunday.
It is with humility that we confess that we were again misled into
believing that the long postponed event would take place, and with
others we got our things together that we intended to take along, only
to be compelled to unpack them Monday morning.
Now this thing is played out, and the next time any party advertises
that the world will come to an end, we shall take no stock in it. And
then it will be just our luck to have the thing come to an end, when we
are not prepared. There is the worst sort of mismanagement about this
business somewhere, and we are not sure but it is best to allow God to
go ahead and attend to the closing up of earthly affairs, and give these
fellows that figure out the end of all things with a slate and pencil
the grand bounce.
It is a dead loss to this country of millions of dollars every time
there is a prediction that the world will come to an end, because there
are lots of men who quit business weeks beforehand and do not try to
earn a living, but go lunching around. We lost over fifteen dollars'
worth of advertising last week from people who thought if the thing was
going up the flue on Sunday there was no use of advertising any more,
and we refused twenty dollars' worth more because we thought if that was
the last paper we were going to get out we might as well knock off work
Friday and Saturday and go and catch a string of perch. The people have
been fooled about this thing enough, and the first man that comes around
with any more predictions ought to be arrested.
People have got enough to worry about, paying taxes, and buying
strawberries and sugar, to can, without feeling that if they get a tax
receipt the money will be a dead loss, or if they put up a cellar full
of canned fruit the world will tip over on it and break every jar and
bust every tin can.
Hereafter we propose to go right along as though the world was going to
stay right side up, have our hair cut, and try and behave, and then if
old mother earth shoots off into space without any warning we will take
our chances with the rest in catching on to the corner of some passing
star and throw our leg over and get acquainted with the people there,
and maybe start a funny paper and split the star wide open.