Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-02-18
How the Editor Takes II.

lhe sensation OF an editor on first glanc-
ing over his paper aud detecting errors in
it are somewhat different frcm those ex.
perienced by tho reader on making like
discoveries. The latter is either amused
at the blunder or incensed at the careless.
ness which causes it, and in both cases
arrive at the conclusion that the trouble
Is unavoidable, and that the editor is to
blame for not avoiding it. lie Deve. saw
an editor take his first glance over copy
OF the edition. Perhaps the edition is
worked off when this opportunity is af-
forded the weary man. He has either
trusted the proofs to some one else or
read them himself, but the feeling of dread
is just as great in the latter as in the for.
mer case. The proof-reader may not con.
suit the copy, and so perpetuate the blum.
ders OF tue compositor, and perhaps the
compostor may neglect to undo the wrong
he has done, although his attention is
plainly called to it on the proof. When
about to make this preparatory survey.
the editor does not take cigar in his
mouth and elevate his heels to the desk.
as is the popular tradition, Dying men
don't DO that way, you know we'll, and
we don't do that way, aud We have come
to the conclusion that an editor examining
his paper feels very much like a man who
Is about to pass into eternity. He reads
along carefully aud slowly like man
feeling his way across piece of doubtful
ice. Suddenly his face becomes distorted
with an auful pain. He doesn't cry out,
he doesn't rant. The anguish within him
is SO broad, and deep, and intense, that
lie does not trust it to words. He simply
reaches up and takes handful of his own
hair, and tugs at it until the tears come
into his eyes. Then he picks up the pa
per- which he has taken the precaution to
Kick across the room on discovering the
'rror' and resumes his torturing search
or after all, it is but search for errors
Ind agony, and not an agreeable and ia.
'trucllve perusal. Suddenly he groans-
rot an cxpectant gtoan like one who hopes
or help to reach him through it, but tic
'roan of one who is beyond the reach of
'ope' who feels that the warm sunshine.
he kind glance of friendship. the beauti-
u' flowers and the song of the birds are
,ono forever and forever from him. Itis
smothered groan, accompanied by kick
ut OF the leg, as if the party had in that
noment taken an eternal leave of all things
arthly. There is still another search
nth aching eyes and throbbing brain, and
hen the paper is smashed down on the
ocr, and the lnfuriated man bounds up
rom his chair, and catches both hands in
his hair, and dances around like mad
ian. tie doesn't call upon heaven and
arth to witness what he is going to do,
nd to blight him if he should not do it.
le doesn't dash into the composing room
I'd scorch the men with his wrath. Even
lis slight relief is denied hin,. The pa
'r is worked off, and the scrutiny that
'ould cheerfully attack needle in
'ystack. would fall paralyzed before a
arch tor the author of the great wrong.
G doesn't say anything at all--not sim
9 ineligible word escapes his ashen Iips,
ho holds his hair, and prances about in tho
gnity solitude Of his room. And when
is done, he sits down again and groans,
ID afterwards puts on his hat and rushey
fth INTO the street--rushes anywhere to
t away from the face Of man, to yet
ray from himself and everything belong.
to himself.-Danbury Ne,vs.
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