The residence of John Turner, of the Mauston _Star_, was entered by
burglars a few nights since, and his clothes were stolen, containing all
his money and his railroad pass. We can imagine an editor around bare as
to legs, etcetery, and out of money, but to be without a railroad pass
must indeed be a sad state of affairs. When burglars burgle an editor it
is a sign that confidence is restored under Hayes' administration. We
trust that editors throughout the State who are blessed with this world's
goods to the extent of more than one pair of pants, will send one pair at
least to John Turner, Mauston, Wis., by express. We are probably as poor
as any editor, but we have sent him those alligator pants that have
created such a sensation in years gone by. It is true they are a little
bit fringy about the bottoms, and the knees are worn through, and
concealment, like a worm in the bud, has gnawed the foundation all out of
them, but in a little town like Mauston, such things will not be noticed.
John, take them, in welcome, and when the cold winds--but you better carry
bricks in your coat tail pockets. That is the way we wore them the last
three or four years.