The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-09-19
STANLEY HUNTLEY.

- ANIL tlON IL IL
True Version of the Severing of His Con-
nection with the New York Tribune.
Stanley Huntley, the dead humorist,.
as has already been stated in these
columns, began his professional life as
a lawyer. When he was a young man
he took service upon the Tribune local
staff. There is an old story concerning
the manner in which he terminated his
this connection, which is more or less
untrue. From Mr.. Huntley the writer
obtained the following true version of
the affair: One day, finding the legal
profession unremunerative, he applied
to Mr.. Moore, of the RllraL NcO I0Tter,
who was then the city editor of the
Tribune, for situation. He was given
a trial. When he brought in his copy
at the end of the first day he noticed
that Mr.. Moore sent it upstairs into the
composing room by an elevator in the
wall. The second day he was sent to
report meeting of the Farmer Club,
which then as now met in the Cooper
Institute Building This particular
meeting happened to be singu-
larly prolific in stirring Incl
dents. Contrary to their general
rule, the members became mixed
up in a quarrel over a new breed of po-
tatoes and used strong and picturesque
language in pursuing their arguments.
With quick perception of the ludicrous
Huntley seized upon the salient feat
ures of the meeting with ayidity, and
when he appeared at the 3rjbuUe Office
early that evening he had a column and
half of brilliant descriptive writing,
in which he gave the humorous points
Of the affair in their strongest light.
Not finding Mr.. Moore in, he walked
over to the elevator, as he had seen
him do, and sent the copy upstairs to
the printers. When the night editor
Nlme to make up the forms he saw the
matter in type, and taking it for
granted that it had come up stairs in
the regular way, gave it Il prominent
place in the morning paper.
When Mr.. Huntley picked up copy
of the Tribune that morning and saw
his article on the first page exactly as
he had written it, his bosom swelled
with pride. At noon he sauntered
down to the Office with the feelings of
hero.
Il shall be-, said he to himself, '.the
managing editor of this paper in a fort
night. | have struck the right vocation
at last"
When he entered the city room he
noticed smile spread over the other
reporters faces, but attributing it to
jealousy he calmly seated himself at his
desk In few minutes Mr.. Moore
called him and said that Mr.. Greeley
wanted to see him.
Swelling with pride and casting
look of triumph around the room the
young reporter walked out of the office
into Mr. Greeley's room. The door was
closed. He raped gently.
Come in, y responded 4 shrill falsetto
voice.
Mr. Huntley did So Mr.. Greeley was
until he finished. Then the old gentle
man wheeled around in his chair and
said:
"WeI, sir, what can l do for you?"
You sent for me, sir?"
For you? What is your name?'
STANLEY Huntley."
''Oh! you are the blamed fool who
wrote up that Farmers Clu5?"
The hopes of the future humorist eX-
perienced a sudden decline. He would
now be satisfied with the city editor
ship,
''Why did YOU Go it?"
They acted disgracefully, sir"
Eyes, | know it; but what did you do
with your copy?"
Il didn't copy it, sir returned Mr..
Huntley, with dignity Il wrote it all
myself"
.What did you do with your mar l.
script?'
Il showed it in hole in the wall nd
whistled twice.
Young man, how long have been on
the press?'
"Twenty-four hours, sir
"Well, sir, said the editor, atwinkle
coming into his eyes, ''you didn't know,
of course, what the rules of our Office
are. But you oughtn't to have written
that report, indeed you oughtn't to. OF
course they are pack of fools. They al
ways have been, but you shouldn't have
have said so in the T51bWne. Youn Q
man, I'm the President of that club. -
N. Y. Graphic.