I Got The Message, Delivered in Person

A common expression around the newspaper shops is that a small town is a place where you can cancel your subscription to the editors face.

It has happened to me more than once. I remember one incident in particular.

I hadn't been in Blythe for more that two years. I was covering a trail in the local justice court for the Blythe paper, The Hon. W.L. Beedy was presiding.

The defendants, W.E. Mulkey and his daughter Eva asked for a jury trial. When it came time to empanel a jury, most of those called had excuses. There on news business, I was stuck until the case was closed.

Finally a jury was selected, and the group chose me foreman.

I can't remember any of the details, or what the case involved.

The jury decided against the defendants. It was my duty to so inform his honor, the judge.

Mr. Mulkey beat me to the Times office. He lectured me in good old Anglo-Saxon, and thereupon stopped the paper.

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