The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-05-08

him anything but the reporter to whom he is
assigned.
A teller in bank came in last fall with an
account of an embezzlement which he had
written out. "Put it in as it stands" said
he; 'it's perfectly correct, assure you"
"Quite likely, Mr.. Teller, considering the
amateur source from which it has emanated;
but communications like these require looking
into, as it is not customary, either before or
after mans conviction, to call him q rogue
and scoundrel. These Objectionable phrases
are stricken out, and after an alteration, in
which nothing but the bare facts remain, the
article is sent to the composing rooms"
A short time previous to this a clerk from
fur store that had been injured by fire, came
the next day to give few additional particu-
lars respecting the conhagration, and desired
the gentleman who was writing out the report
to say that 'the indomitable energies of Mr..
O. will soon place the premises in a
thorough state of repair" In this the
sagacious scribe scents a puff, and wisely
omits any mention Of Mr.. G--'s 'indOmita
BILE energies"
In the midst of these conversations, per-
haps, tall, graceful young man, with forid
complexion, beckons, from the door leading to
the private Office, to one of the reporters, who
follows him into the room. This gentleman
is Mr. James Gordon Bennett, Jr., who is quick
and decisive in all his movements; and, con-
sidering how much has been done in every
way, from the possession of wealth and posi-
tion, to spoil him, is really a very afable
gentlemanly young man, whose common
sense, combined with some of the character
istic traits of the sailor, has saved him from
being an egotistical, fippant, and overbearing
fop. He is about to send out the person whom
he called in as a correspondent, and in a short
time afterwards this ambassador to foreign
court comes out with a check in his hand for
expenses, and in few hours, or the next day,
is off for distant regions, taking with him a
bundle of printed envelopes and a lump of yell
low paper. The motto of those who 60 on the
Herald must be "ready, ay, ready" as they
are liable to be suddenly packed off to any
place between Brazil and Hudson's Bay.
Let us get back to the reporters. Born
Journalists as a class, are Sui-qeneriS, and there
are more pug-nosed, beetle-browed men in the
profession than in any other in fact, some of
the cleverest writers have these physical pecu-
harities. The personnel of the reporters is not
very remarkable. Like most newspaper men,
they are by no means fastidious in regard to
the cut OF their coats, most of them being
quite content with anything in the shape of
garments, without being particular as to the
pattern. Paper collars and woollen shirts are
greatly affected for economical motives, but
jewelry has no sort of a show. Some are men
who have received collegiate educations, and
OhOO dohOCldIcu III Huut-tOH SOCl6IY, OLOeTS,
again, are hard-working, industrious fellows,
who have risen by attention and perseverance.
That noisy fellow, whe is generally in chronic
state Of astonishment is the Jersey City re-
porter. His Irish brogue is boisterously
melodious, and if he has met with some ex-
traordinary good item during the day, trolls
out an account that has a strong resemblance
to pumpkins rolling over barn floor. Near
him sits an 'tinfant," a delicate, puny indi-
a1 Ii. l. r
shoes; the infants foot is about the size of a
child's coffin, and might be turned to some
practical advantage, such as bring tests of
Christianity, for were he to tread on the pet
corns of the patron Christian, and that gem
tleman refrain from swearing, the name of
such being could safely be added to the
calendar of saints. He also dwells affection
ately on the RS, and even were he to act
Hamlet, and soliloquized over Yorick's gibes
that were wont
'"To set the table on a roar-r."
the pronunciation of the rough letter would
probably set the audience on roar-r.
The quiet-looking individual in the corner is
James Restine, one of the finest descriptive
writers on the New York press, and also a
pleasing poet, who, in apOstrophizing faded
flowers, says of departed friends
"They now are dead, like you fran beauties of
the year."
Hopping about is the mercurial Philip, a
gigantic individual of four feet nothing and a
half with merry black eyes, nez retrOuSS6, and
piping shrill voice, presenting perfect picture
of printers imp, which he is, of the most
unmitigated species. His forte is sporting and
humorous sketches. He once carried his
iocose vein too far, while on a Brooklyn paper
lest year, having lampooned the pictures of
the Art Association in such an outrageous
manner that the editor, in a towering passion,
summarily dismissed him. Philip is invariably
in a chronic state of impecuniosity, though he
writes well and gets literally paid for it. He
one day, at the Fulton Ferry, went up to a
venerable-looling stranger, from whom he
| asked the loan of five dollars.
"Sir," said the old gentleman, "what do you
| take me for ?''
'For id fool, or shouldn't have asked
you,' replied the irrepressible, in his shrillest
| accent.
So much for this genius, who is at present
| gammonipg q small-sized 'Kanuck," fresh
from the frozen-up districts, whose innocent
| look as he believes implicitly all he is told,
would indicate that he was good young man,
who had kept tame rabbits in his boyhood, and
played all his life with his sisters. There is a
| heap of trouble on Kanuck's mind; he owes a
board bill, and has been wearing flannel shirt
| for the last two months, and not being on the
regular staff, has only succeeded I'M making
about SO this week He's not thinking Of
working, like many mighty men, but is
financing how to raise the other four dollars to
pay the irate landlady. He loves poetry also,
but finds it don't pay.
Fitting around is gentleman Jonas, with
tight trousers and coat, made, as he asserts,
| by "swell tailor in London"
Jonas, you're gentleman says Cloves,
another English reporter with fund OF humor
that smacks of Lancashire, ...