Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 March 1881 — A Paper that Pleased Everybody. [ARTICLE]

A Paper that Pleased Everybody.

There is an editor who has achieved the feat of running a newspaper to suit everybody. Occasionally, to be sure, he has complaints, but he never fails to satisfy the com plain era that they are in the wrong. It wasn’t always so' with him. He only adopted the system after he got desperafe It was one

aid: "Why in topbet didn’t you you made a speech that wasn’t In the I report, eh?” Then he went.around the counter. Tbe dust flew for a few moments and then it became more quiet The editor relaxed his grip on the man’! threat sufficiently to let him speak, and he said that he guessed that the article was all right, and he had only come to renew his subscription. He was let up, paid the money, and left, and as he went out he collided with a man who had an ugly glare in his eyes, and dancing up to the editor said: “What d’ye mean, sir? I pay for a sensible newspaper and get a lot of stuff about cruelty to hogs. You ought to be put in jail for printing such stuff.” The editor went around the counter again, and again the dust flew. It was rally five minutes be fore the editor could get the man’s eoat torn off and put him on the floor with his head in the coal-scuttle. But he did it, at last. The man said: “We needn’t prolong this agony. Your paper is the best in tne world. It is all right I’ll take it for ten years in advance.” Eight more visitors had the same experience. Then came one that the editor

couldn’t thrash. It was a woman: “What d’ye mean by publishing fashfon'artlcles from three-year-old magazine?” she asked. “I made a bonnet according to your directions and it is three years behind the style. Oh, you wretch!- You mean, horrid, insignificant— —oh-h!” “My dear madam,” he said, “you are right. I am not fit to run a paper. I will stop at once.” (To a reporter.) “John don’t send up any more copy. Kill that article saying that this lady was belle of the ball, last night.” “Stop!” she cried. “Your paper is the household treasure. I don’t care about the bonnet, and I came to ask you to our house to tea, to-night.” The editor says he wouldn’t drop the rule for anything. Everybody leaves satisfied with his paper.