Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-01-20
HORRIBLE DEATH.
Ihs Most Blood .curdllnQ Demise
. in the Record OF Crime. ss
How an Innocent Youth. the Pride aed
Promise of His Family, Seeking Work.
Was Inyeigled Into Den Of DEATH
and There Met Fearful End.

lady situations lying around loose in
this of1ic. ?" asked tall, gauRt young man
on entering the REGISTER sanctum yester'
day.
what do you want" inquired the ed
itor.
"Work," was the laconic response.
what can you dof"
Report"
HID any experience"
Lots"
"For instance"
"Well, was considered good on funerals
and dog fights. In descr bling social events
was not slow, and as q parasrapher was
NO SLOUGH. The last sit | filled was held
10 such high esteem that, fearing my salary
would be raised, did very poor work on
purpose, and finally lett
The editor unused moment-a habit
they haye-and then to!o the young man
TO go in and see the City Giitor. He came
into the richly furnished boudoir OF the
local depart ment very meekly and stated
to the chief that he had been hired Ia the
other room, pointing over his shoulder,
and stepped in for instructions. He yolun-
teered the information that he was awtul
fond of work. and did it more for pleasure
han anything else. He wanted something
bard to do, something that would display
his talents at the start; had the city editor
any assignment OF that Rind On hand The
chief of the local staff viewed the new.
Conner curiously, and then unbending his
dignity told him he might take the South
SIDE + ute Oh trial.
dummy fellow" remarked one reporter
IS he csrdidate ior SOuth Side indigrisies
disar ptsIed.
lie I he's no good" said the Jealous a
porter.
Must be college graduate" chimed in
the analytical man.
Three hours after, the city editor was
sti / sitting in his cushion chair-this is
perquisite he has, of sitting and musing,
and am bilious young reporters should not
envy him-when the door opened suddenly
and the flushed face of the new reporter
appeared. He locked tired, and immedi
ately dropped iut 10 q seat, and threw tri-
umphant look at the local autocrat.
well; stir up anything"
Eyes; a fellow told me there was dog
fight down there" pointing with his long
index finger to the South.
What did it amount to-"
Don't know; thought would come up
and tell YOU"
"You- you. Geat heavens Where
did y GU come from, anyhow
'Ssy, look here" said the new man
drawing closer, IL told the boss in there
n awful lie when 1 said was an experi
ruCe% rows chaser. Now don't give me
way AID IL! try to do better. But AIM
h ! the way you DO it?'
F. an Ci>,n! the great miad of tue city
eUIIcI va Itrr'us Cd. a new man OIL
ais lulds 4 nan WHO had heard vi
DOG fight, ard instead Of staying at the
scere OF tie battle had come 10 tell hin
about il He only remembered one instanc.
of a similar nature, and that was when an.
other tsnderfoot was asked what happened
Ut a certain plece one evening, and he sn
swered, "Oh, nothing much. They pre-
sented q man with q cane, and then the
crowd drank some beer. That's all" No
idea of news aud no thought of what ought
10 be chroniciCd and what ignored. There
are times in an editors life when he feels
like taking plallet and chisel and opening
lane Of intelligence into new
beginners brain, but Science and
Hi tory have failed to record any
overt act OF this kind, and, perhaps, me
Of the nature minated has ever transpired.
after communirg a while with hi own
sweet soul, the city editor asked the new
men to write for his edificltion and scrI.
unize his own idea of the report of a dog
fght-a fierce fgut-ihe most trivial mat
ter touched by journalism.
After several minutes reflection and val
ual lie II. Cments..of time in ad pencil exer
Use the following was evolved:
"A dog fight occurred on the South Side
yesterday evening. The little dog viii pped.
After he had sCrutinized the eif1rt the
city editor broke forth in all his ma jesty:
My dear boy, this will rsver do. You
must know there is certsin kind OF art
N Journalism, picturesqueness, as II were,
n at makes an item attractive. Do not
think You can serve it up like cold hash al
bird raIc hotel. You mu fricasse the
dish 70 be served to the public in short,
,nappy sentences, and gar niture with Ian
guage that will make it palatable. Taere
rs the severe Roman style and the aesthetic
Gre clan, and the latter, mixed with the At
tic salt of wit is the readi able matter"
You overpower me, my benetactor,' ex
clsimed the now thoroughly awakened
novitiate.
Not bit; hope to instruct or iclict
you. There are some things in newspaper
work that require illigree etching W make
them Interesting Never bs dull, not even
in describing dog fight The people de-
mand a something that was not there. A
lively picture, such as an imaginative
genius would paint.
There are other qualities that go to
make up the successful journalist, which
hope you will not overlook. Cheek
check Of amantine quality but pos 'ess
ing at the same time tie smoothueSs and
beauty Of polished marble.
Still you must not lack modes y -espec
tally when you are forced to assume 1t.
When you interview a man and he says he
knows nothing at all of what You are in
curing ahou-, look at him as II he .lie1
Keep it to your mental reservation, how
.Ner, and do not give it vocal force.
Sometimes it is extremely inexpedieut, in
fact dangerous. StiCk to him, AID negin
an argument and little by little you may
draw him out Now ifynu want to prac ice
this lesson IN cheek you can 60 down to
the business office and ask the treasurer
for your first weeks salary in advance.
You may be repulsed, but don't mind q
little thing like that.
Another thing. Ii you are sent to
bsnquet-reporters sometimes CO. you
know-don't describe things as you see
them, the homely hostess, the cold coffee,
the sad cake and poor entertainment gem
rally. That wont do IN the light OF the
ninet euth century. The hostess must be
hsrming, the guests must be happy. and
tie table, must groau under the dslicacies
40 matter il there is only bunch OF grapes
md saucer of ice cream on them. These
are not lies. They are the stan lard vr-
ures of true journalism, and they must be
followed. This will be enough for to night
| will continue the lecture when you re-
port fnr dury tomorrow. You may now
20 and batha you head. "
An omlnuus silence reiened The new
reporter sat in his char; his eye was
CLASSY and his limbs rigid.
What, dead" exclaimed the city editor
in a tone Of exultation. 1t was indeed
victory for him. He had been on the brink
Of the abyss of eternity many times him
self from laxative visitors, and it was no
wonder he took a Just pride in his accom-
plishment.
The new reporter was dead.
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