Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1869-01-15

Mr.. Hassard does the musical criticisms
of the paper. Opposite him is Mr.. Dens-
low, formerly Managing Editor of the
Chicago Republican. He has dark eye,
aNapoleonic nose, and black moustache.
He is the only black-eyed editor in the
office. His opinions are firm.set, and
though hiseditorials occasionally conflict
with the views of Mr. Greeley, they are
marked with deep thought, and are care
fully prepared. At the right of Mr.. Has
sard is Prof. A. j. Schem, the foreign
editor. He is large, smooth-faced Ger
man, with eyes of imperial blue, and a
head broad and well-balanced, somewhat
resembling portraits of Bismarck. The
absence of a good growth of hair gives
it the appearance of a polished eggplant,
dead ripe. His eyes are full of language.
He has happy faculty of catching an
unconscious nap during the composition
of his editorials. Mr.. Cummings, the
City and Political Editor, sits at the foot
of the table, opposite Mr., Young. He
is a pale, thin, blue eyed man, of a ner-
vous, sanguine temperament, and eter-
nally at work During the editorial
councils he listens with deep interest, and
fills in the interstices of time by drawing
strange characters on the paper before
him. Originally Douglas Democrat,
he now believes in God and Horace Gree
ley. On his right is Mr.. N. G. Meeker,
the successor of Solon Robinson in the
agricultural department. Mr.. Meeker
is a thin spare man, of an olive complex
ion, with light blue eyes, and a farmers
face, hands, and dress. His desk is usu-
ally covered with patent rat traps, pump
kin seeds, corn shelters, fancy potatoes,
washing machines, crab apples, cucum-
bers, bug killers, and similar vegetables
and contrivances. Next to Mr.. Meeker
we find Clarence Cook, the terror of ar
lists and engravers. So trenchant are
his criticisms that artists have been known
to run from him on the street as they
would at the sight of mad dog. Last
of all at the table we find Mr.. Whitelaw
Reid, of Cincinnati, the latest addition
to the force. He looks like Theodore
Tilton with his angular points rubbed off.
And this is the staff" of the Tribune.
When all are seated Mr.. Young nervous
ly dances around his desk for forty sec
onds, and then dumps on the table a bas-
ket piled with manuscripts, memoran-
dums and newspaper clippings.
Each editor is then asked for his re-
port of the previous days labor, after
which suggestions from every one present
are in order. The meeting is then dis
missed, with the words: "The Trib.
would look very well to-day were it not
for the poor quality of the paper and the
internal press work. l believe the ink is
stiff. We must have book ink. Mr.
Greeley will write the leader tomorrow
morning, if he don't, / will, that's ALL"
The editors pass out the door, through
the city apartment into the main edito
rial room, and drift to their desks. In
ten minutes half dozen pens are Wig
orously scratching out ideas for the next
days issue. The child is in embryo, and
will be born in the morning. Every
thing will move with the regularity o
clock-work The editorial room resem
bles lurking place for owls; the ceiling
is low, the floor is dirty; dozen rickety
cane-bottomed arm-chairs, with higl
backs, three cases filled with books o
reference, ten old desks, spattered witt
ink, two cabinets, q chained copy of tn,
the Tribune Almanac, complete, and {
dozen old pictures, give an idea of {
rushing business, with an occasional dar
at the fine arts.
Let us look at the cabinet adoinin,
Cummings desk. In the bottom drawe
of this cabinet we find series of care
fully written obituaries of distinguishe
live men, all arranged alphabetically
and in charge of DIR. Wood. They ar
curiosities in their way. Here isa bulk
one, as thick and as long as your arm
1t is marked Peter Cooper" Here
a second-a Liliputian roll, small enoug
to go into a needle case. We find III
labeled +" The Life of Walt. Whitman.
These obituaries are found valuable whe
the news of a celebrated persons deaf
is received at an early hour in the morI
ing.
One word right here about editoris
life in New York: A New York jou
nalist never calls ON distinguished polit
clans or iiterateurs at their hotels. The
do this in Philadelphia, Boston, Cincil
matt, Chicago, St Louis, and New o
leans, but they don't do it here. Nah
met must come to the mountain, for Il
mountain will not go to Mahomet. Tn
is entire nous.