The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1880-02-11
sentanr Men Of MANY lTinds.D
Tcincinnsti Commercial. ]

"All that your journal lacks to make
| It really interesting is little more at
| tention to the art news of the day" re.
marked a gentleman to a local reporter.
'tNow, sent a long letter myself to
your paper upon the Spiritual Philos.
oph7 OF tbs Ancient Art of Greece
more than two weeks ago, and it has not
appeared yet. Now, people don't care
anything about these murders and the
little things that happen about town.
| 1t is art that we need. Art is the great
| refner Of humanity"
The reporter was duly impressed.
| (Reporters are an impossible race, with
an exterior system of nerves.) He re-
piled to the disappointed author that
| these were precisely his sentiments, and
| that he would have sacrificed a weeks
salary any time to have read that paper
on the Philosopy of the Ancient Art
| in Greece"
The amateur author and the sympa-
thetic reporter parted affectionately,
and the reportorial intellect strayed into
the house of leading publisher.
It was evident that something had
slightly disturbed the usually fine equi.
peise of the man of books. He looked
interrogatively at the reporter, whose
mereurial sensibilities perceived the
variation in the intellectual temperature
of that leading house.
"I haven't seen those reviews in your
paper, although sent your editor adj
vance copies of all the leading maya
zines" said the man of letters, a trife
hastily. He could not be anything but
courteous if he tried, but there was a
shade of possible disturbance in his
manner.
The Unworthy representative of repor-
torial talent mournfully stated that he
| had himself written those reviews, and
sat up till long after midnight to steer
| them safely over the quicksands that
attend the characterization of manu-
script into ''prcof," and that then he
commended that proof to the divinity
that doth hedge the managing editor and
| himself to Natures sweet restorer. But
that, alasI on calling for the morning
paper before he was awake, he perceived
| the editor had made a mistake and in
serted Geographic dispatches and Ma
tionaI news instead of those magazine
reviews
The book publisher listened atten-
lively, and it was evident that his
wounded feelings were somewhat
s0othed.
J "Of course do not blame any one"
; he said, A." still there is reason in all
things, and you see it is book reviews
that the people want. Now the Semi
Daily Trumpet is very good paper, as
newspapers go, but little more atten-
ton to literary matters would do great
deal for it's circulation. Literature is
| the bread of life"
Certainly" responded the reporter,
d" I agree with you. II I were the edi-
tor of the Trumpet I should make book
reviews the leading speciality of the
paper, and"-but just here the reporter
caught sight o.. an insurance man, and
fearing to be told that life insurance
should be the leading topic of the
journal of which he was the unworthy
representative, he hurried his oreide
watch into his pocket, picked up his five
cent handkerchief, which in his conster-
nation he had dropped, and made the
best of his way to the obscurest corner
of the Office of the Semi-Daily Trumpet
where he med1ated upon the capabilities
for differentiated tastes presented by the
human race, and he wondered why that
fellow Huxley didn't write it up.