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Show klwim; a EvsrvrEK "Kunniue a newspaper" lias been going Hie round:;, with comment.:! bout. :c: follows l.y those engaged in it: UuiuUiiK a iiiJW:;()aj.T i:i u good gaint! if you don't weaken. weak-en. The first liundi't.'d years is llie worst. . The man who' wouldn't think of criticizing a display window win-dow of a drug (or oilier) store, its interior decorations, or even if:; slock of ;-;uotls will how I his head off against all of these ' in his local newspaper about its looks, how it's made up, what's in it, and mostly,-- "what uint." If it contains many advertisements, he says it's nothing but ads ''never any reading mater in it anyhow." if 'there is a lack of ads in it, lie jumps right up to holler hol-ler that "the tiling aint popular nohow." If we' go to church, we're hypocrites for effect. If we stay away Tho Lord help us! We're heathenish. If we hang around the streets, nosing out the news, they sling the brick that we're "not tending to business." Jf .we keep oil' the streets and tend strictly to our own business, they say we're mere pluggers, and never do "git around" to git the news. If we reject a long winded denunciation of somebody lambuslin' a pet enemy, from an irate pen pusher all hetttip, he and all his kith and kin clamor loud and long. And in the soreness they work up, the whole coboodle uvvem cut off the paper forever. And jf we do publish a long article submited "ITuh! Some friend ot' the editor's. It's either him or them all the time." If we sometimes perpetrate a near-joke, Zowie!!! "Too smai'teileeklcy! Sure does hate himself, don't 'e!!" If we don't spring a bit of humor "Aint'e got th' grouches," and thew nickname us C. C. which stands for Continual Grabber. If a regular old eternal three-cornered-triangle conies up, about which 'all the town is wise. "Why don't th' paper ever publish th' news. Clee that's rich!!" , And if we do bublish 'env . But as we said, "Rtinnin' a newspaper" is a fine game. And if there isn't a man in this .whole community who doesn't confess that he could doitt better'n th' feller that's runnin' it kin, then we've read human naler wrong. And if you don't believe it ask anybody they'Tl all tell th' same story. And when the editor's dead, a simple little marker denotes de-notes his place "Here lies the Editor. He always did lie." |