Lively Times in the Editorial Sanctum.--The "Lait Gustise" handled
Roughly.
"Whooray! Whooray!" I exclaimed, rushin' into the kitchen door, one
mornin' last spring, and addressin' Mrs. GREEN. "I've been invited to
edit the _Skeensboro Fish Horn_. Fame, madam, awaits your talented
pardner."
"Talented Lunkhead, you mean," said this interestin' femail; "you'd look
sweet editin' a noose paper. So would H. WARD BEECHER dancin' 'shoo-fly'
along with DAN BRYANT. Don't make a fool of yourself if you know
anything, HIRAM, and respect your family."
The above conversation was the prelude to my first and last experience
in editin' a country paper.
The editor of the "Fish Horn" went on a pleasure trip, to plant a rich
ant who had died and left him some cash.
Durin' his absence I run his paper for him. Seatin' my form on top of the
nail keg, with shears and paste brush I prepared to show this ere
community how to run a noosepaper.