Scenes in the life of a Journeyman printer.
--The great traveling propensities of ‘"the craft"’ are well known.
The writer has traveled from the head waters to the mouth of the Mississippi river
; from the Atlantic
to the Pacific ocean
, and in almost every town, village and city we have seen one or more with whom we had long before, and in far-off places, grasped his hand in cordial friendship.
Among the members of the ‘"Art preservative of all Arts,"’ are to be found some old and eccentric characters, who care naught for money, and who when their last dime is spent, seek lodgings in a printing office.
While in Sen Francisco
, a few years since, we knew an old printer, who got on a ‘"tare"’ and found his way, late in the evening, into an office.
The ‘"boys"’ put him ‘"to bed"’ on the floor, under a hand-press.
When he awoke, some time after, he grasped the leg of the Iron
press, and thinking he had hold of his own leg, exclaimed, ‘"Boys, what a h — ll of a cramp I've got in my leg!"’ We saw the old chap sometime after ward in Gonzales, Texas
, and was pleased to learn that he had completely reformed from the pernicious habit of drinking intoxicating liquors.