THE ARIZONA KICKER AGAIN.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2500, 9 May 1893, Page 3

THE ARIZONA KICKER AGAIN.

During the last three years we have been addressed as “colonel,” “major,” “ judge,” and “ mayor,” and many of our letters have come addressed “ honorable,” but we must confess that we never knew what soft cadence and sweet rhythm signified until we were hailed as “ Hello, senator ! ” Whenever we hear the title a soft glow of satisfaction begins at the top of our ears and works clean down to the heels, and even warms up our tracks in the irud. Old Jim Henderson has a voice like the cry of a buzzard, and heretofore we have felt that we would rather go a mile out of our way than to meet him ; but when he stood us up and called us “senator” the other day, we compared his voice to the sound of a harp string softly twanged by the balmy breath of a June morning. The title is not an empty one, as our readers know. We worked the caucuses. We worked the delegates. We worked the nominating convention. We worked the campaign for alljjthere was in it, and v# were elected by a magnificent majority. We are not only a state senator, but the most prominent figure in the body. This may seem somewhat egotistical in us, but the policy of “ The Kicker ” has always been to state facts and stick to the truth.

The editor and proprietor (alleged) of our esteemed contemporary down the street was paid the grandest) compliment of his life Wednesday afternoon. He mounted his mule and rode opt toward Clinch Valley to meditate and plan on how the could raise the funds to get the white paper for his next week’s issue A stray cowboy sighted him, and supposing him to be the editor of “ The Kicker,” mayor, state senator, and future post-, master of this town, gave the alarm, Our esteemed presently found himself pursued by about twenty of the gang which has hankered after our scalp for a year or more, and he flew for his life, supposing them to be subscribers who wanted to stop their paper. He was speedily overhauled, however, and the boys had a rope round his neck before his identity was discovered. No one can blame the boys for their disgust and indignation when they realised that they had been bamboozled, and we of course feel belittled that even a nearsighed cowboy should make such a mistake. It would have been a glorious death for our esteemed, but he was not the man to take advantage of the opportunity. He was never more honored in his life than during that mile dash, but with his qsnal perverseness he will not adipic the fact. So far as we cap learn ye are the only editor ip Arizona who has ever been sued for breach of promise. Our ninth suit was disposed of Thursday afternoon. It was a test case, and the remarks of the judge as ho took it from the jury and ordered a verdict of “ not guilty ” leads us to hope that a pew era has dawned in our career, It is opr nature to be gallant towards the other sex, but in no single instance have we ever hinted at marriage. Every suit has been brought as a speculation pure and simple. We settled eight cases one after another at ft' 00 ?! twenty-five to eighty dollars each without going into (scwppt." Then, we got tired a..d doteripiped to hght the ninth case to a finish and learn what constituted a marriage engagement in this territory. During' the last six xpopths W® have published tqur pomps written by the wjdow Baker, We. have sept her & ’ n " 3 ' bqne and a box of rn” * .• iSU-

escaped hep.*'* ' ~miy; we have a lecture and a prayer .-oiiig. On one occasion, when she complained of headache, we laid our gentle hand on her fevered brow and advised her to snuff ammonia. She suddenly began to talk of marriage, and when we failed to understand her language she sued us for 50,000 dollars and offered to settle for sixty-five dollars. The worm turned. The worm defied her and went into court. The widow had no case, and fell down. His Honor ruled that wo simply exhibited ordinary editorial interest in a contributor, and that if we had .even held her hand or chucked her under the chin it could only have been considered a desire on our part to encourage our poetic aspirations.