|Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilm
of the Calhoun Chronicle dated 9/10/1895.
A few days ago a rather fiery eyed looking gentleman entered our sanctum.
Passing through the press room and the closet in which the office goat
is kept he entered the inner court and confronted the editor with the exclamation,
"Are you the editor?" Half scared and half amused we replied, "yes
sir." Then he added, "are you the one that was a talkin' about things
a bein' governed by supply and demand?" We admitted that on one or
two occasions we had intimated as much. "Now," said he, and at the
same time emphasizing his remarks by shaking his index finger in our face,
"I want to tell you there is not a durn thing in that." And we asked,
"why not?" To which he replied: "I walked up to a crowd of men the
other day and demanded a fight and before I got away was supplied with
six, and a pair of black eyes." We undertook to explain that it was
a different kind of a case, but he left our office insisting that there
was "not a durn thing in it."