The Exchange Fiend

Thcro is an ancient oriental legend to the effect that once upon a timo a modest-looking droniedary stuck his head inlo tho sanctuni of a daily newspaper and requested to bo allowcd to glance over the exchanges. Thü accomodating and gentlemanly editor said, "Certainly, with pleasure," and the reeult was that in a short time the dromodary was polishing the sacred editorial tripod and had ooth hoofs on mu i:iuiu,gotng Liuuugii tiiii excnangos. Wheathe editor intimated that he feit cramped, the dromodary replied humorously, that perhaps the editor would feel moro uutraminelled if he were on the outside. The moral to this simple littlo legend is that tho proper time lo sit down on the exchaugo üend is at the opening of tho campaign, or else he will be as hard to remove from position as a firmly established mother-inlaw. It isa faot that uobody outside of a nowspaper offico can undorstand or appreciato the staying qualities of an exchange iiend. Those who begin tho performanco with an overtnro to tho effect that they know newspaper men aro always busy, henee they will stay tmt a moment, are the ones that resomble a French clock, they ncver go. The exchange fiend is always a hrilliant conversationalist. Difl'orenl i;di:ors havo different campaign p!ans. üomo editors hang up big sigus in 'ront of their desks, sucli as. "Go TT ,, .- - _ -j int .lliUUb IL. Jthers have a picture of a death's ïead and tho legend underneath, "This Man Was Talkod to Üeath." Aa exchango fiend will ruad over these admonitions, Iaugh and sav, "You