THE EDITOR AT HOME.

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 810, 25 August 1877, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE EDITOR AT HOME.

We were sitting m our sanctum the other day, engaged ia whistling » few of the lively strains from an oratorio, at the same timo twirling a pair of acissora ia the air aad wishing something startling would turn up, as the 'news' was scarce and the fiendish printers on the floor above were displaying enormous appetites for copy. Suddenly the door of the sanctum was opened cautiously, • a head resembling a dilapidated door mat was pushed m, and a hollow voice, which seemed to come through a speaking tubs from the spoaker's boot, said : — • Be this a Republican newspaper ?' ' Yes, 1 we answered, decidedly con* vinced that the speaker had never heard of the proverb 'Cleanliness is next to Godlioess,' and wondering whether ha vi as a Councilmaniac candidate, or was a canvasser with elegant rheumatic looking portraits of the Presidential aspirants; ' You ain't heard nothing of that plot, have yon yet,' and here his voice sunk to an explosive whisper ; ' it's only be growing now, sorter hid like, but it'a bound to come to light, and the whole country will be filled with it. It's ant awful plob, and I'm the man that can uncover it and lay it bare to the world, it's a coming to a head 'bout spring time — 'bout nauguration day.' • Heavens, you don'b say bo ! Won't you give us some of the particulars, aud we will print them?' 'That's just I was coming to. But lam poor, you know, and this informa* tion is ( news.', aud what is 'news' is wortk paying for, ain't it nowP 1 ' Why certainly j we don't mind paying for it if you do not, furnish it to any other paper. Now, hare are ten dollars, and what is this awful plot,?' Qraspiug the ten dollars, and lookiug towards the stairs, the mysterious snsu of iha Jo ii' mat head inumbiod '• • Why, the grays plot up m tuy back yard. 'Bout aprktg time 'twill bo uu* covered ; suows's on it now.' But he was not quite quick euough for uj. Wh-u we got through thrashing him we laid him gently down on the floor, walked over him about tea times on the bridge of his nose, aud wo are now ansiously . waiting the verdiot of the coroners jury. •