Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1886-11-20


that morning, and he was recognized in
| stantly by the crowd. Policemen touched
| their hats to him, tdlers followed him fof q
block or two peering up In his face curiously,
ticle of hesitancy at his form and features. The
press had made his face as We'll known
sr THAT Of Mayor n sea before he he so
ped at a window in Broadway to look
at some etchings that were displayed there,
The women opened the doors of the shop,
| stepped inside and calmly ga1ed back at the
tSn 1hr9ash the window from their post
manner. He was as serene, Indifferent and COM
posed as though at home, and yet it must have
that he Was SO readily recognized in q
strange p country; His picture. Christ be-
lore oe b p,ate h which o, Is now on sxhibi;;
comment, and has been SO thoroughly
advertised that 1t has at once taken the place
idle people TO lounge away an hour or two
every day. 1t is many years since picture has
T a1er result anG in aSs 81
! stance seems to justify the method, and it
you'd seem that advertising pays as well when
to attract attention to actors or any article of
m manu- People willingly pay to see
snap to see .Milion Debating Paradise Lost to
his Daughters which may be seen gratis at
the Lenox library, which is considered by
painter is the attraction after all. He is as
much of local sensation as Bartholdi and has
the same air Of cheerful concurrence in the
homage that is paid him.
BARTHoLDI,
by the way, was the most approachable OF all
great men. The night before he went away he
was at the Comedy theater, and after the per-
formance, as he started out, q commercial
drummer, who sat in the seat adjoining mine,
announced to his companion that he was going
up to shake ibis royal nibs' by the
hand. It was not conceived in any spirit Of
an expression of the commercial travellers adj
miration for the man who designed the statue
of Liberty. He waited until after the perform
and started tor the door amid the cheers Of the
audience the commercial man stepped for.
made polite oow na
and shook the hand methodically. they
had very interesting chat of about ten
not marred In The least by the fact that the
drummer could only speak English, Of which
lam Bar.hoIdi knew absolute!y moth.
the talk, or rather see il, for both men
were entirely, at their ease. The
that he was ready and willing to wager his
| sweet life that the statue was a dandy from her
heels up to the torch; that he had contributeda
large and fat one dollar bill to the fund himself,
and that he'd have made it a thousand If he
ma mao had the money In his clothes at the time.
charmed and delighted by the infinite exhibi-
| tons of American cOrdiality which had met
MIN on every side, and that he would always
recall his visit TO New York with feelings of tho
most sincere and pleasurable delight. There
was more Misunderstanding alter this, mutual
smiles and the drummer and Bartholdi parted.
Both Munkacsy and Barthoidi could give
points to our own public men in manners. Ii
an American achieves eminence in public life,
the result is very often an extreme hauteur OF
demeanor, which is in sharp contrast to the easy
and comfortable manners OF Bartholdi and
Munkacsy. New York must have some one 10
talk about. Three weeks ago it was Mrs. Potter,
last week it was Barthoidi, and this week it is
the great Hungarian painter.
PROMINENT JOURNALIST.
I talked for an hour with Mr.. George Jones
the other day. He owns the most of the stock
of the Times, and is virtually its editor and pro-
prietor. He has cosy sanctum on the ground
floor of the Times building. The entrance is
through a door on Park Row, between the pub
xcation office and an adjoining restaurant.
ydr. Jones Is q genial great grandfather, over
seventy years old. He is small OF stature, has
mustache. His forehead is high and al though the
oldest editor controlling the columns OF great
New York daily newspaper. be Is not nearly as
bald as some OF his esteemed cOntem pOrartes."
He is neither aristocratic nor dilletante in his
tastes. Plain in appearance aid practical in
business, he is endowed with more than the
usual share of common sense. His knowledge
OF human nature is remarkable, although 1t
has been gained by keen observation and vast
experience. His memory Is almost miracu-
lous. He is the warmest of friends and the
bltterest OF enemies, but his sense of honor is
50 uISu tuat uOtulny WOulQ lDQuce MN 10 lake
what he considered an unfair advantage OF an
enemy. He is idOliZed by his employees. There
are lever changes on the Times than on any
other New York newspaper. Reporters, CORE
spOndents and editors are encouraged by judi
cious praise from the proprietor, and the sick
and suffering draw their salaries without re-
ductiOn. MIR. Jones is one of the most beneVO-
lent of men. His generosity is not confined to
those employed on his own newspaper. II Is
broad ana practical, and is extended to W orthy
unfortunates in the profession. He likes the real
toilers in Journalism, and warmly sympathizes
with them in their hardships. No man is
more loved and respected by New York report
ers. His employees are loyal to the core. and
very few are tempted from him by offers of
increased salaries elsewhere. -"
Mr.. Jones Is himself u worker. In early life
be was indefatigabie in his iabors. Every day
nearly will you find him in his little office
overseeing details and directing the policy OF
his newspaper. He dresses plainly, and is never
driven from or to the Office in u carriage.
Unassuming and methodica1 In habit. he walks
from the Park Place station OF the elevated
railroad to his office at a given hour every
morning and returns to his home the same way
about three O'clock each afternoon. His step is
firm aud his mind clear. He has extraordinary
selfcommand. His nerves are apparently
never nnstrung. He is prompt and decisive in
less susceptible to tiattery. He is q good Judge
of men, and he usually Keeps the right man In
the right place His managing editor graduated
reporters and correspondents had won their
spurs in the service OF the Times alone
conversationalist. His manner is free and un.
affected. He has an inexhaustible fund OF
"reminiscences, which he retaiis in the purest
Anglo Saxon.
MR.. JONES AND HORACE GREELEY WE'RE BOYS
TOGETHER
in the town OF Poultney, Vt. Mr. Jones' de-
scription OF one incident in their boyhood DAYS
l shall not soon forget. They both attended
the same church, under the eyes of their par
ents. The services were tiresome and distaste.
ful to them One bright summer Sunday
at Horace's suggestion, the two boys stole out
OF church while the second hymn was being
sung, and sped y way TO the woods to commune
with animated nature. They had a glorious
separated. Horace was sure that their
absence In church would not be noticed but
George went home with dire forebodings. Nor
was he mistaken in his missivings. He had hot
been III the house FIVE minutes before his father.
Who was a straight-iaced Congregationalist, in.
vited him out into the woodshed. George was
told TO remove his Jacket, while the old gentle
man made selection from q number OF hickory
rods in pickle. He gave the boy such a dress.
ing that the memory OF 1T caused him to shrug
Horace was more fortunate. Either his parents
did not miss him from the church or their
theology was more lenient
The friendship thus begun in boyhood lasted
nearly lifetime. Before the Tribune was
launched Horace was very anxious TINT Mr.
Jones, who then had little money should 20
into partnership with him, and become the pub
Usher OF the Neac Journal. George, however
had had some experience In Mr.. Greeley's
previous newspaper ventures, and knew his
lack OF business qualifications. When he
wanted money Horace had always been in
the habit Of opening the cashiers desk and
taking what ne pleased, with no reference to
bills due or notes TO be paid. George reminded
him OF this, and animated that it would have
to be stopped If he put in his money Horac &c
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