The colonel and the editor were not the best of friends.

The article came out, but in spelling "scarred," in that very
important phrase "battle scarred veteran," one "r" was omitted.

The colonel threatened violence but the editor promised to admit his
error in the next issue.

In the following issue, in large type, appeared: "The editor of this
paper regrets very much an error in spelling in our last issue. In
describing our most worthy colonel, instead of 'battle scared veteran'
it should read, 'bottle scarred veteran.'"

That day the editor ceased to edit. His wife was a widow.


A country editor wrote: "Brother, don't stop your paper just because
you don't agree with the editor. The last cabbage you sent us didn't
agree with us either, but we didn't drop you from our subscription
list on that account."


The girl reporter accepted the editor's invitation to dinner and when
asked how she enjoyed it, said:

"Oh, fine, but I'll never go to dinner with an editor again."

"Why not?"

"Well, the dinner was fine, but he blue-penciled about three-quarters