Rensselaer Union, Volume 5, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 October 1872 — Low Personalities. [ARTICLE]

Low Personalities.

“The editors of the Rensselaer Union need a dose of vermifuge.”— Remington Journal. “As wilt be observed by the returns of the late election in this county, the Rensselaer Union had a ‘heap of influence’ in defeating Packard.”— Remington Journal. “The editors of the Rensselaer Union have again been ‘surmising.’ lor it is all a mistake about Mr. Packard paying us three dollars for what we have said in his favor, ‘we are not tliait kind of a fellow.’ We can praise a man’s good qualities without being reimbursed by three dollars, or a postojice.’'—Remington Journal. “The Rensselaer Union has ‘got it’ the worst way in the world since tlie election. They think they ought to have been successful in electing Henricks and Hendricks both, but somehow they didn’t accomplish their object. So much for sorehead absurdity.”— Remington Journal. A correspondent closes a communication to the Remington Journal with this happy wish for its editor, Mr. DeForest: “And when the time shall come for him to ‘shuffle off this mortal coil.’ when Gabriel shall sound the ‘last trump;’ may lie be numbered with the Sheep.” Probably if Saint Peter simply glances at his nose and eyes such a mistake might follow, hut should die make a more critical examination of those undivided hoois, those long, flexible ears, and heaUthat thistle-fed voice, his quarters would be ass-igned with a very different family of quadrupeds.

Mr. John Southard has left two ears of corn in our office which measure respectfully 17 and 16 inches In length. Can any farmer in Jasper, or any other county, beat that?— Remington Journal. Those ears are quite respectfully long, to be sure, and perhaps not many fanners can beat them; but it the editor of the Journal will take pains to look in a large mirror he will see a reflection of ears in comparison with which the corn left by Mr. Southard will be mere pigmies. It is sraid to be no uncommon occurrence for the young gentleman to sit in his chair and brush cobwebs from the ceiling iu the furthest corners of the room with his ears, while cogitating over heavy editorials. When lie appears upon the streets, he careiully folds them half- a dozen times and tucks them into his boot tops.