Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1866-12-03
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ObIo Sta(tes1tart.
vERrsoGRApHsO OF TN 5 PR Ess
The New York Tribune EditorIal STAFF

shall most likely find the tall and venerable
figure OF the ancient SolOn R0blnson--a
man of long white beard, CHEEKY eyes, and
keen physiognomy altogether, Next TO-
Father Horace (who is as great a character
as the nations Father -Abrahani1 perhaps
the most. individual man on the Tribune Is
this same rural wise-acre, Solon Robinson,
whose beaning face, like "a rose In the
snow," suggests all manner of subtle earth--
craft, Bunburnt mirth, and out-Df-d0or wis
dommlWe shall see Samuel oWilkeson, who
did as much to build up Thurlow Weed aud
as much to break him down as anybody in
New York. A writer of very nervous
English is this Mr.. Wilkeson,r Bayard
Taylor, said to be plumper than OF old,
perennial smiler and a hearty fellow, may
be seen smoking cigar, reading an English
journal or telling some Russian experience
to Mr!George Smaley, who has comehome
from famous interview with BismaGki
which is the envy and admiration OF foreign
correspondents. SmaiIey Is an able bodied,
able-minded stately young man. young
Puritan editor $50 tits said) who looks you
full in the eye, and talks right to the point
with that peculiar euphony which reminds
one of BostOn-BOston, which Smalley has
not the least amount of anti Yankee hatred
for! Perhaps we shall see, too, Clarence
Cook conversing with the Travelled Rich
ardson--Cook; with a sunny, bearded,
scholars face, shy and good looking-who
writes with an immense swan quill but
can be as severe as Justice to ;pretentious
art, and genial as the day to humble merit.
Perhaps no one is more disliked by New
York artists, and no one is really more
worthy of their esteem. He has been re-
morselessly Just, persistent and able, has
80 10, ~
hood than any critic in America. Richard
son is iaunty and genial, has a well devel-
oped head, not much worse for his rebel
Victimage, but full OF wholesome expert
ence. We believe he is writing a book of
Western travel, and, will soon start in the
Tribune service on q world journey. That
short, keen-eyed, brisk little man, who
walks off with such a business quickstep,
is S T. Clark, the money editor, a worthy
successor of George Snow. HrFg sJi. .L-"
The rather swarthy young man who sorts
out his letters as he smokes his cigar, who
has sharp marked features, clear face,
open brow, and a Vandyke sort of head,
is John Stockton, new conner in the daily
journalism of New York, but has written
a couple OF live comedies, has contributed
poems to the Atlantic, and has done some
of the best Tribune work OF late.
The young man with large brown eyes,
and beard too full for thirty years, is Kane
O'Donnel of Philadelphia, called "The o.
Douneln by his friends, who has written
some fine poems in his time, and is one of
the principal writers of the Tribune. He is
an old class-mate and "chum" of Ioung's,
said to be much in his confidence, and ranks
high in Tribune estimation. t. =
Out of solemn corner amid an ocean of
foreign exchanges, rises the dome like head
of that international Neptune of foreign
editors-P Professor Schem, a man of rare
accomplishments, said to be great linguist,
and withal modest, indefatigable worker.
At his side is Robert johnson, new conner,
Of whom all that we know is that he is an
uneXceptionable writer on foreign affairs,
and left Jamaica, where he had seat in the
Legislature, to avoid the fate of Gordon.
In another corner is Page, the city editor
about thirty, we should think-to whose
tact and vigilance the well-dressed city
news of the Tribune bears witness. That
lady who passes us yelled (Or else we should
venture on description is Mrs. Calhoun,
a young lady, and Tribune editor, one of
the most gifted, and (whO knows, since
women have intellectual gifts nOw-a-days,
which the best pens are bound to reSpect,)
perhaps the most brilliant of all the Tribune
corps That other young lady, so fresh and
sparkling that she appears to have just been
romping out of an American school rather
than to have ever talked with Walter Saw
age Landor in Italy-has just passed into
the managers room. 1t is Miss Kate Field,
the writer of those admirable, but too en-
thusiastic, Ristori criticisms in the Tribune.
She bowed Just now to William Winter,
theatrical critic, ipoet, essayist, an 'hOnora-
BILE gen tleman and chaste writer, whom not
to know in some way or other is not to be a
journalist in New York. There is quaint
elderly man, with farmers face, who used
to paint those queer, Dutch pictures
of farm life in the "DOngola
Letters" who assists Solon Robin
son, whose name is Nathan Meeker. A
tall good lookfAg fellow; witlfa face Of a
young professor, is 'Hassarll, who wrote
g Life of Archbishop Hughes" and held
Ripley's place While the veteran reviewer
was in Europe, Cigar in mouth, cane in
hand, and somewhat better favored in the
flesh than the "physiognomy of shades"
that make up the popular idea of an edi-
torial room, comes this way the musical
critic, HenryAC. Watson. These are the
principal members of the Tribune team as
iUrunsl to-day we are not sure. that we
have told them all off, or have done them
impartial justice. The driver is not visible
at this time. He sits in aywarm room, to
one side,e well fitted up, and ornamented
with busts, pictures and curiosities-gen-
orally holding busy levee, or trying to
see to the bottom, of an immense mail
giving no sign but the occasional tihke
of little bell. While we sit in waiting
with train Of newspaper clients, let US
take an imaginative glance at Him. '9Y .9'a d
John Russell Young was born in 1S40in
an anti-slavery locality, somewhere in
Chester county, Pennsylvania. So up to
this date, the present managing. editor of