The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-31
Written for THE ARKANsAw TRAVELLER.
 NEW YORK LETTER.
BY ALEX. E, SWEET.

Printing House square is situated near City Hall park. Why i. is called square IS somewhat obscure, as it is of an irreg- ular, oblong shape and has only three sides. l suppose it is just as square as most things connected with City Hall, the great political center of New York.
 In this immediate vicinity are all the great ne sspaper offices. The 7imes building constitutes the southern boun- dary of Printing. House square. ltwould be very large building anywhere except in New York, but here it looks like a di. minutive edifce. for adjoining it is the celebrated Potter building, still unfin. ished. This edi6ce has thirteen stories, and measuring it with the eye, it is more than twice as high as the five. story 7Tmes building.
 On the east side of Printing House square is the Tribune building with its tall tower, an imperishable monument of that great journalistic giant, Horace Greeley. Yesterday three or four national flags were displayed on the Tribune build ing to remind the Democracy that there had been an election in Ohio. It is in this tall tower that Whitelaw Reid has his sanctum.
 Immediately in front of the Tribune building is large bronze statue of that patron saint of printers, St. Benj amin Franklin. He holds paper in his hand and from the expression of his face and his deprecatory gestures, it would appear as if he was making some explanation about some article in the paper, possibly on the tariff question.
 Within a stones throw of St. Ben's statue are also located the offices of the SHn, Wo,ld NtaOs, Sunday Mercury Morning /oHrnaI and ten. or fifteen smaller papers.
 Before the office of each paper is bulle. tin board, on which are noted the latest items of news. There is always a crowd around the bulletin boards, but not long since, as happened to pass, there was a mob. It reminded me of the exciting days during the excitement of the presi- dential election, when the place was packed by ten thousand offensive parti- sans of both parties, who were yelling /" Blaine ] Blaine!" "Ma, where's my pa ?" etc, etc.
 The crowd was not so large but quite as enthusiastic. A bareheaded man came out of the Tribune office, and posted up fresh bulletin. Immediately there arose one grand universal hiss. It seemed as if a million geese were express. ing their disgust. Then the crowd booted in derision. A man near me said that somebody should be disemboweled. Il asked him what the guilty party had done to deserve such kind, considerate treat ment, but got no reply.
 At last got a glimpse of the bulletin board. What do you suppose all the fuss was about2 A game of base ball The New York team was at Chicago com- peting for the championship, and was getting gloriously licked. The crisis was sufficiently exciting to justify posting bull letins every few minutes. A minute after a member of the New York team in Chi- l cago missed hot ball or caught it with bis ear, the New York public knew it, and then the graven image of St Ben in | Printing House square looked scared at the storm of misses and yells of derision. |
 While the series of games for the cham. | pionship were being played nothing else 1 vas talked oE The clergyman leaned l