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Show A COMPLAINT. Editor Leader: - A few weeks ago you published a letter from "Dreamer," which purported to be a dream, but I half suspect that the writer dreampt (dreamt) it with his eyes open. However this may be, his "dream" contained some capital hits, struck in such a manner as left the recipients of his blows no chance to complain. But why does the Leader wait for some of its correspondents to have a "dream" before it shows them up. Why don't you, Mr. Editor, go after some of the malefactors in our midst, and "set ‘em (them) on a picket fence," in such a light as to shame ‘em (them) out? For instance, it is well known that certain parties in this town sell whisky on the sly. What is so well known to everybody ought to be legally discovered by some of our officers, with ease, and it seems to me that it might be done. I would tell you the names of some of these fellows if I thought you would print ‘em (them). [We think we know pretty well who "Grumbler" means. Ed Leader.] Another thing, there is a city ordinance against having a team standing in the street unhitched and unattended. This law is broken on an average about a thousand times a day. Why don't you "setup" the men to whom the duty of looking after these things is entrusted. A man who will leave his team in the street in this way, ought to have the top of his head screwed off and a little goose grease poured in, a remedy which, as I remember, the Leader once recommended for a similar species of damphoolism. There is another abominable nuisance from which the city suffers, and of which there is no more need than a dog has for three hind legs, namely the flooding of our streets from irrigating ditches. Is there any law on this subject? If not I would suggest a little lynching, by way of impressive examples of the just indignation of an enlightened community outraged beyond endurance. Why aren't the cobble stones picked up from the principal streets? Are our Lord Primates of the public highways in league with the wagon and carriage repairers? If so, let their corruption be illuminated. The frowsiest, most uncomely, unwashed and uncombed crowd that can be scared up in all these lovely mountain sides, can be seen in front of the theatre on the nights of performances and the officer on duty there generally appears to me to bear himself as though he occupied the same relation to the crowd that an old hen does to her brood of chickens. I would, recommend him to cultivate with zeal, all the slumbering ferocity of his lamb-like nature, until he acquires cruelty sufficient to request some of our youthful yeomanry to please not block the doorway of the theatre to such an extent as to quite prevent ingress and egress. If I thought it would be any use, I would further suggest that he continue the cultivation of that diabolical until he, in time, becomes so depraved as to be able to seize some of the uncombed by the nape of the neck and the next most convenient "hold" and inform them that there is more room outside of the fence, at the same time suiting the action to the word. I never expect to see a Logan police officer reach this point however. I would be glad to donate a monthly stipend towards paying for this service to a police officer who would be wicked enough to wreak the vengeance of the law on the saints and sinners alike, who violate it. Why don't the Leader pitch in on the school question? I feel a great deal wrought up on this subject, as on inquiry, I learn of the probability of some of my children being denied the privilege of attending a district school. Mr. Editor, don't let up on this thing, but keep pushing till the trustees call another meeting so as to allow the intelligent voters of this city to express their wishes. Yours, Grumbler |