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 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.