The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1867-03-06
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[CtreYon lcnce Of tie Noble Adrertiscr and
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The Tmbune---A Good Joke on Horace.
Newspaper enterprise, ullcss .judiciously
directed, will not make tho fortune of u
publisher. There's the Tribune concern,
! probably tho most onterprsipg newspaper
establishment in Now York. II expended
! enormous sums last year, and added several
thousand TO its circulation. but when sct-
Ting day came round tho profits were found
to hc almost inevitable. There is plenty of
esprit" in Its manngement--say about q
pounds worth of spirit TO a penny worth
Of prudence. There is said to be some dis
| satisfaction among the stockholders ST mt tho
way the 7riJnne's money has been spent of
late by tho managing editor--a gentleman
who is not yet beyond his twenty sixth year.
The latest instance Of 2riJnne enterprise is
II contract with Dickens for $25, 900 story,
to run through year in the weekly edition
and another with Carlyle for o five hundred
guinea article to fiji one page. This sort Of
management sometimes makes Mr.. Greeley
use language that is more pointed than po-
lite. llo was very angry tho other day
when picking up the Tribune, and found OH
the editorial page q statomont OF tho years
business. Slriding into the oflice--Grcclcy
moves with n shuiilng stridc--hc went up
to his desk, and after striving for somo limo
to smother his anger, at last burst out with
-"Thero's id set of fools round this
Office, trying to give everybody q chance to
laugh at us" You can't appreciate this
unless you can imagine tho philosophers
squcakng, hcc- having voice trying 10 work
off violent passion. Mr. Groely is but
little more than writer on the Tribune now,
and has very little moro to do with its man
agomcnt.
Apropos of Greeley, will tell litlo
story in which he figured several years ago,
when he was publishing the New Yorker,
and had more pugnaoity in him than ho has
now. But before tell it you must UNDER
stand two things-frst, that it is perfectly
true, and second, that during oil his life tho
philosopher has held tobacco chewing and
chowers in motal aversion. Now to tho
story. The Office of the New Yorker was in
one of those old fashioned buildings which
have almost disappeared from the lower
rart'of the city. 1t was infested with rats,
and the rowing rodents had gnawed large
holes in oil the floors. The ceilings broke
away, and were never repaired, SO that ono
could stand OH tho second door or third
floor and, ny looking through one Of tho rat
holes. see oil that was going Oh below. Tho
floor above the Nc,o Yorker oilico happened
to have several large holes in it, and one Of
these was directly over the spot that Ilor.
ace usually planted his chair on whom he
sat down to write on article for the paper
usual, ut his old dcsk-he was poor man
,hcn--and set to at his days work. On the
door above him several men, one Of whom
was an invcterate practical joker. woro
working at their trade (whatever it was,)
and this fellow passing by the rat hole above
Ilorace's desk, looked down and saw tho
phlosophor ut work. An idea--not very
crcditable one, but an idea-sruck him and
going over to q fellow workman, u regulnr
old veteran Of chewor, he offered to bet
him n dollar that ho could not spit from
where he stood into 'that holc''-pointing
10 tho hole above Horace. IIc knew IIor-
races horror Of tobacco juice, while tho
other never thought of Horace Mt oil. Tho
veteran jumped at the bet, and waiting till
he had good stock Of ammunition ready,
he stcnlcd himself, took aim at the rat
hole. and hit il 10 II. II so happened that
at the Same Instant Horace had turned his
face upward, in search of an iden, and, as
you mny imagine, the one he got was not to
his taste Before he could wink the tob.c-
co juice struck him full on tho forehead,
and sireamed over his facc and shirtbosom.
Bouncing from his chair in terrible rage
he rushed up stairs, still smeared with the
tobacco juice, dashed open the door Of the
room above, startled tho workmen with nh
imprecation delivered in wild. shrll
squeak, and followed this with declaration
that lc could slick the man that spat in his +
face" OF course, no ono speache on tho
offender, so Horace had to pocket his fury;
but the story got out, and is still told by
some of his own comrades of the pen.