THE ARIZONA KICKER.

New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 8965, 16 April 1890, Page 7

THE ARIZONA KICKER.

We extract the following from the last issue of the Arizona Kicker : Thanks, Gentlemen. —On Monday even, ing a committee of prominent citizens waited on us and tendered us the nomination for Lieutenant-Governor of this state, accompanied by such words of praise and esteem as brought tears to our eyes. While we had to decline the nomination, owing to pressure of our private business, the spirit which actuated those gentlemen will make a better man of us. There is everything to encourage a western editor to git up and hump himself like a jack rabbit carrying sail before a pack of coyotes. The Judge has GoNE.--More than three months ago the Kicker very kindly but firmly informed Judge Jones that this wasn’t the climate he was seeking after, and once or twice since we have courteously inquired why he didn’t get a movement on him. Last Saturday night a committee waited on the judge. It had a rope along, and the rope wasjused to elevate the tardy traveller off his feet several times. When let down for good ho had a gargle for sore threat put up at the nearest drug store and then walked. It was a hint not to be disregarded, and he will now honour some other town with his presence. He was not a subscriber to the Kicker. Cross-Eyed Shooting.— Last week we advised that Piute Joe, who runs the litle doggery just beyond the post-office, be given two days’time in which to pack his traps and vacate the place. We thought two days very liberal time, but Joe differed with us, and encouraged by that old sot, Steve Springer, he laid for us in front of the Palace Hotel as see went to dinner. The first thing we knew Joes bullet’s were flying all around ns, and he standing only six feet away. He blazed his six shots, wounding two of our citizens, as reported elsewhere, and then wo took him by the neck and broke him in two over a hitching post. Wo were entirely unarmed, but we knew Joe was cross-eyed and couldn’t shoot for shucks. The dooto.’ says ho will be in bed for several weeks, and perhaps be a cripple for life. As for Steve Springer, we are looking for him, and as soon as we can lay hands on'hie carcase we will make him wish he had been bom a skunk. That’s According. —A subscriber in Massachusetts writes to inquire if this climate is good for asthma. That’s according. We have known men come out hero and get their breath within a week, and others to lose it inside of three days. A great deal depends on the patient. If he comes here with his mind made up to play our game, drink our whisky and mix in with our society, his asthma will soon leave him. If he comes in the opposite spirit, some one of oar townsmen will very likely feel it his solemn duty to give the weary sufferer rest. Not a Bit. —A friend of ours over at Tombstone inquires if the St. Paul, Omaha, and Denver papers do not out into our circulation. We answer, not in the slightest. Some of them are taken here for their African missionary news, and others for their market quotations on coyote and rabbit pelts, but they are not considered as rivals in our field. The Kicker not only enjoys a field peculiarly its own, but is backed by a grocery, feed store, hardware, butcher shop, harness shop, shoe store, and job printingoffice, all under one roof and one grand management—the only institution of its kind in North America.