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The Mutability Of Fortune

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Parent Issue
Day
27
Month
January
Year
1887
Copyright
Public Domain
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Looking out írom his editorial oyrie in Park ion and enjoying the serene conseiousncss that his autograph at tho bottom of a check will produce greenbaeks frora the bank up to a figure which we shall not assume to spocify, Ilon. Joseph IHilitzer must bo impressed with the ïnutability of fortune, since he can gaze upon the spot in the City Hall park where he once tnjoyed an unceremonious sleep with a hard bench for his bed, and had his hat stolen into the bargain! He doesn't shrink f rom telling the story himself, and an excellent raconteur he is too. It happened when he was mustered out of Únele Sam's service at the close of the war, and when a gcod many honest fellows found it difflcult to secure employment. He encountered his full share of rebuffs, privations and hard knocks, and ono day, fatigued and f ootsore, was piad to stretch himself on a park banch. While he slumbered some mean sneak thlef cairied off his only hat and he had to apply to the quartermaster In order to procure a substituto to shelter his waving tresses from the amorous breeze. After he had pushed his way to St. Louis and was pluekily struggling to gain a foothokl he had another unpleasant expcrience with a momber of the light fingered fraternity. By dint of rigorous econoray he had obtained a new suit of clothes, which he had worn but a short timo when it was bundled up and carried away from the modest room in which he lodged, leaving the future proprietor of The World with a wardrobe that was too scanty and bizarre to permit of hls appearance out of doors. By the way, not everybody is aware that Mr. Pulitzor took a hand In settling the lata unpleasantness or that the flashing of cannon was the beacon that attractod him to our shores. Yet, as he himself tells it, his dominant idea in coming hither was inspirod by his youthhful enthusiasm to aid in liberating 4,000,000 of the colored race from bondage. But what a singular adventure it was that sent him to sleep, like the vagrant prinoo ia the fairy tale, hungry and tired, within bow shot of his future palatial headquarters! -

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Ann Arbor Register