Your friend
GEO. W. PECK.
SHE WAS NO GENTLEMAN.
From an article in the _Leader_ we gather that Frank Drake, editor of the
Rushford _Star_, was horsewhipped by a woman who was dissatisfied with
some article of his that appeared against her, in the _Star_. A woman that
cowhides an editor is no gentleman.
JOKE ON THE HAT.
Somehow, during the election excitement, Frank Hatch happened to bet right
just once. He bet a hat, and on Monday he went to Putnam & Philbrick and
selected one of the finest silk ones. When he went out in the street every
body noticed it, and a reception was held. They all congratulated Frank,
except Ike Usher. Ike's hat was a year old, and the contrast was so
remarkable that Ike would not walk on the street with Hatch. Frank said
that Ike's hat used to be a very fine looking hat, but at present it was a
disgrace to the force. Mr. Usher was offended, and he swore revenge. He
went to a professional drunkard on Division street, and said that if he
should happen to get drunk Monday night and Hatch should happen to arrest
him, he would give the drunkard five dollars if the drunkard would mash
Frank's new hat. The fellow said he would flatten it flatter than flatness
itself. Just after dark Mr. Hatch was walking down Third street, "Whoop,
hurrah for Tilden, (hic) 'endrix.
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