AWFUL EFFECTS OF BAD MANUSCRIPT.

Evening Star, Issue 3780, 6 April 1875, Page 3

AWFUL EFFECTS OF BAD MANUSCRIPT.

The other day a compositor in this office got hold of a part of a page ofthe chirograph of G. M. D. Bioss, of the Cincinnati ‘lnquirer.’ It isn’t writing at all, but Bioss seems to kick the ink bottle at a sheet of paper and then sends down the paper to the compositors as editoral. This part of ? P?S!®. waa use * the foundation of a plot to deliberately destroy a human life. A line or two was written above it, Blosa’s page marked solid, and it was handed to a comp., who had just struck the office. He claimed to be “ lightning ” on the “set ” and on reading manuscript, and be setup the introductory line like a whirlwind. When he came down to Bioss he grabbed for a cap “A, held it for a second, and then i V ! d v, in u th ® “Y” box. Then he threw that back, and picked out a dollar mark, and the typo paused, spat on his hands, and rested one foot on the cross-bar of his rack After a moment he grabbed a “ffi ” hut S°v W J y r ®? lac ® d ifc * and toyed with an italic L. Then he spat on his hands once more, corrugated his brow, and hauled the man.u. script under his eyes. It was no go, g e held the page further off, close to his nose slanting to the right, and square be f ore the window, but he couldn’t stand it. and he knew in his sonl that no other hitman compositor outside of the ' Inquirer ’ could do it An afternoon faded into twilight, he laid the page aside, set up two or three lines out of hiai own head, and then slipped into his coat, and said he d got to go to the depdt to see a friend, and he |was gone. In his stick he had sot the words “ Tell my mother that 1 will meet her on the other shore.” He pro oably will. He was seen at the foot of Griswold street, heard to ask if death by drowning wasn’t; easier than hanging, audit is probable that his marble form now lies at the bottom of the cold green river, while Bless is a murdenr.— ‘ Detroit Free Press.’

al * hou, 3h a woman’s age is uadenmbly her own, she can never be induced to own it.

- lad y w ho had barely succeeded out-going train at Massilon. Ohio, stood gazing at it with her arms full of packages and her eyes full of tears, when a gentleman arrived at the dep6t on a run, with his valise in his hand, his coat on his arm, and his face streaming with perspiration. He sat down on his valise and deliberately said “Damn ■aid, “ThSXyo^llr 7 * Weetly amikd “ d