Sketches by Mark Twain/Journalism in Tennessee
The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon a correspondent who posted him as a Radical:—"While he was writing the first word, the middle, dotting his i's, crossing his t's, and punching his period, he knew he was concocting a sentence that was saturated with infamy and reeking with falsehood."—Exchange.
I WAS told by the physician that a Southern climate would improve my health, and so I went down to Tennessee, and got a berth on the Morning Glory and Johnson County War-Whoop as associate editor. When I went on duty I found the chief editor sitting tilted back in a three-legged chair with his feet on a pine table. There was another pine table in the room and another afflicted chair, .and both were half buried under newspapers and scraps and sheets of manuscript. There was a wooden box of sand, sprinkled with cigar stubs and "old soldiers," and a stove with a door hanging by its upper hinge. The chief editor had a long-tailed black cloth frock coat on, and white linen pants. His boots were small and neatly blacked. He wore a ruffled shirt, a large seal ring, a standing collar of obsolete pattern, and a chequered aeckerchief with the ends hanging down. Date of costume about 1848. He was smoking a cigar, and trying Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/127 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/128 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/129 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/130 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/131 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/132 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/133