The Greene County Republican. [volume] (Waynesburg, Pa.) 185?-1867, 1867-02-13
NO. Sc.

MI Iieasaht (loWa) journal, gives the
following rather graphic description Of
the daily routine in printing Office,
which will be appreciated by all who are
engaged in the business.
Who, OF the outside world, ever i'm
agins what transp,rss within the walls
of printing office during the short
space of twenty>four hours I About 4
o'clock IN the morning the devil, with
smutty face and inky fingers, leaves his
santanic couch,repairs to the ofiice;builds
the fires, picks up the type which we're
dropped on the floor the previous day
by the compositors, sweeps out, and
puts every thing in readiness for the
days work. About six O'Clock the
'hands' begin to arrive, and ope'by,one
they come in and form circle around
the stove, each telling some incident of
the previous night. and all trying 10
get some run on the devil who stands
in their midst, with enough printers Ink
on his hands TO work off half sheet
bill, and all the time scoldlng about
having to pick up the type, swearing
that he would throw them In the space
boxes the next morning. BY seven O..
clock each one Is at his 'case, and click,
click, click go the type-some telling of
the treaohery of Andy johnson, others
speaking of the noble deeds of the la.
mented Lincoln, and others telling 4
tale Of misery or happiness. No printer
ever goes to work in the morning that
does not think he will get up two gal
leys' Of matter before nigh, and if he
does, he will be called upon hundred
times to display his patience. We are
taught by the Bible that J OBJ was patti,
ent man, but he never worked at the
printing business. AT eight o'clock, the
editor, who is a married man, comes
lounging into the office with bunch of
papers under his arm, looking as though
halt the night had been spent in listens
ing to lecture from his dear .better
half and vowlng that ho is going to
write letter on 'Woman's Rights He
no Sooner takes his seat until he hears
the cry, copy from some one who has
finished take After supplying this
call he commences his editorial, but only
writes a few lines when he is informed
by another typo that the Murder is
finished, and wants copy This time
the editor throws down his pen in anger.
and tells the printer at his elbow 10 look
on the Locals table and see if there 'is
not something for the local columns.
The typo leaves but soon returns, land
answers in the negative, saying that he
is glad OF it, and mutters something
about miserable writing The editor
picks up a daily, clips and again goes
In on 'Woman's Rights At precisely
half past nine the door opens and the
local editor enters, and he is complete
picture of despair. OF course he was
not out late the night before, but retired
to his vlrtaous couch at an early hour,
but the night was spent IN trying to
think up an item for the next paper.
he no sooner reaches the stove than all
hands commence telling him something
which they say will make a good local.
On going to his table he finds note,
with no name signed to 1t, pitching into
him about some item which appeared in
the last paper, and warning him to be
careful what he says about people. Of
course no attention is paid to this, but
he takes his seat and the first thing is to
get up an item as the devil is out of
copy, and is.anxious to sgo on lokel.'
From nine o'clock until night persons
are continually coming into the office
some to see a print shop : some to get
their last weeks paper some to see if
the editor wants load OF fael, q hind
quarter of beef, or barrel of 'krout' on
subscription some (who have less brains
than brass) to inquire who wrote certain
pieces for the paper some who expect
to make a speech at some meeting, q
week or two in the future, and want to
know II we will have reporter there,
some come up to visit and talk with tho
hands, (and to all such we say that a
printing office is no place for callers y
Amid all this, tap, gentle rap, tbs
knock of female is heard at the door,
and all hands, devil, foreman and COM.
positors, editor and local, all start, and
the best walker (Which is generally ths
devil or locaD gets to the door first,
opens 1t, and invites the fair visitor in.l
She looks her prettiest, politely declines,
and inquiries, is my music bound yet 4,
or is PAS paper here ? or perchancv,
she will hand us neat little envelope
turn on her heel and quickly leave. W.
open the envelope, draw forth the gilt
edge ani-oh jolly,' it is q commu.,
nication giving US bark. OF course il
will have to be published and answered,
and who knows when the quarrel viii
ever ceasei Every day in . psintine
office Is repetition Of the day prsvious.' !
Work, work, work, and have thirteen,
hundred different peop;S to plsass,
Who can do IT. ! ''1' TIA