The Midnight Vandal at the Standard Office
An editorial office in Olympia faces a late-night visit from an assailant armed with an effigy and firearms.
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A few nights ago we were aroused from our quiet slumbers by a tremendous pounding and cursing in front of our office door. On looking out, lo and behold, there stood Bezaleel (or perhaps his restless spirit,) belaboring with all his might an effigy, labelled John Miller Murphy, Editor of the Standard. On discovering our real shadow as reflected by the moon, he took to his heels like a scared dog, leaving behind him two revolvers, a big knife and a shot gun. 'Tmight have been a dream, yet not all a dream. If 'twas a dream, it was a wonderfully natural dream, to say the least.
“On discovering our real shadow as reflected by the moon, he took to his heels like a scared dog, leaving behind him two revolvers, a big knife and a shot gun.”
This reflects the volatile and often physically dangerous nature of 19th-century frontier journalism, where political grievances were frequently settled with public threats, effigies, and arms. While Olympia's modern civic discourse has shifted away from armed midnight vigilante justice, the raw, vitriolic intensity of partisan attacks echoes in our contemporary digital echo chambers.
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