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

tropolis, and where it is examined and arranged
before being sent to the composing rooms,
which are at the top of the building. The re-
poTters have here ''pigeon hole for letters
and in which particular instructions written
by the city editor, are placed. For ordinary
work, however, there is kept sort of diary
containing the meetings, events, etc.. about
to take place during the day and opposite
each is the name of the gentleman ASSIGNED 70
report it, who, after ascertaining his duties.
returns to the reportorial apartments. This
room of the City Editor is destructive place
for his iconoclastic pen destroys MANY of the
most brilliant iancies of the young and gush-
ing reporter, who, until he grows wiser. iabors
under the idea that commercial report or a
cholera case requires to be written in the prandi-
loquent style, and fowery language so appro-
priateto dime novels, but sadly out of place
on newspaper Latin derivations here are
rather at discount, but pure Saxon is in
great demand. Poetical illusions and classi-
cal quotations are unceremoniously elected,
and the window Immediately opened
to let out the musty aroma insepa-
Table from the dead languages. Mr.. Charles
Farrell is the present incumbent, if we may use
the expression, assisted by Mr.. Charles Han
non-the fact-loving Charles, who has a holy
horror OF the hifalutin and fanciful. The post
OF city editor on great daily is no sinecure,
as he must be thoroughly posted on current
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quently it has a tendency to keep one in
teverish state of anxiety all the time, and Mr..
Farrel no doubt often envies the reporter, who
can get plenty of fresh air and exercise. Both
these gentlemen have had scenes with obstre-
porous people who insist on having articles put
in the way they want them. One man is Just
about to open bureau ''to poke into every
body's private business" and is going to have
a dCje0ner to celebrate the event. He is de-
ciro,,c Of q ha 20 IL
account of the feed, and voluminous one of
the institution, and the great boon it is going
to he to the public. The reporter goes, sees,
and feeds, and is told to make a paragraph
about it. Next day bureau comes up and
blackguards everybody, and wants to know
why leader was not written about his "Paul
Pry institution" He is blandly told that
puffs are strictly prohibited, so off he goes,
thinking himself much injured individual,
and the Herald unmindtul of private interests.
These occurrences happen every day, and
are some times very ludicrous. One old fat
German came in putting, and gasped:-
"Shay, Mr.. Editor, Hans Skumful owe me
five dollars, and he not pay me. Viii you put
de tam plackguard in the paper; will you, Mr..
Editor ?''
The Dutchman is informed that this is not
the province of the paper, and he, too, goes
off Indignantly, damning Hans and the Herald
alternately.
If business is not particularly pressing, the
reporters amuse themselves in a variety of
ways; one knot is deep in political discus
sion, another clusters around some returned
correspondent who is telling travellers stories
of perils by flood and field, and the sights he
has seen abroad and as no man is any greater
to a journalist than he is to his valet, often
amusing descriptions of celebrities are given
in a comical vein that shows their greatness
could not blind the reporter to their foibles.
Two or three in quiet corner are listening to
the last capital joke or story of the 'man who
writes the comical articles" who is generally
a gentleman of vivid imagination, whose facts
have got to wear depressing load of fiction.
Perhaps Ned Flynn favors few with his
"reminiscences, for from boy to man he has
been connected with the Herald, and verify
believes it to be the handspring that makes
the earth revolve. He tells how ''young Jim"
swallowed six niggers, knocked down a
Spanish officer, and made big bets, which
shows the young journalist has good many
astounding antecedents, and did not leap into
fame through the Henrietta race alone.
Edward is librarian, and is supposed to be,
by the colored Office boys, the Vizier to the
Great Mogul. Sometimes fOppish English
man amuses incredulous listeners with his
doings in London, which he, with much
humility calls small "village," and says he
is related to Lord Knows-who, and other dis
tinguished noblemen of that ilk. OF course,
he kept hounds and a shooting-box in the
Highlands, and did the 'howling swell" gene
rally while the money lasted. Now, none are
so poor as to do him reverence apart from his
connection with the press, which must and
ought to command respect
''Halloa! what's going on to-day ?" whis-
pers one reporter to another; "thunder this
&c +ha tautb Two in with n
in his hand. What's up dye expect an
attack from rowdies Y' 'Pshaw ~ says ON
niscient Flynn, ''its only As article on
breech-loaders in the paper this morning; he
mentioned a few of the names of manufactu-
| rers, and these are the fellows whose illus
| trious patronymics have not yet appeared IL
| print" Each armed individual requested an
Interview with the Managing Editor, who hap
| pened to be, at that time, Mr.. Ryan, the pre-
sent Literary Editor, and on obtaining it, pro
ceeded straightway into that gentleman
room. For some time afterwards the laughing
| reporters could hear the click of opening anC
shutting the breech, as its novelty is eX
| planned to Mr.. Ryan by the enthusiastic
| inventor. The afflicted Literary Editor, wht
| cared as little about small arms as he dl(
for anything under the sun, was obhget
to listen blandly to the praises OF It's excel
lence. and compelled to submit to close eX
animation of the deadly weapon, and have t.
run his eyes along the barrel andpeer into tn
muzzle. This unpleasant proximity to imple
ments of destruction was overlooked, bu
when the ingenious contriver of small arm
desired to leave the product of his fertile min,
IN the Office ''to be examined at leisure,
then, and not till then, the editors soul wa
up in arms, and his proverblal pohtenes
sorely tried before getting rid of the tOrmentoi
This bore, however only made way for
second. who. in his turn, was succeeded by