Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-12-28
which bears his name. he found it good

which bears his name. he found it good
opening for young man"
Perhaps one of the most singular char
acters ever on the Herald was an English
men named Walter Rose. He had lived in
China, and had there contracted the opium
nablt. He was esteemed to be the best
descriptive writer on the paper. One day
young Mr.. Bennett called the city editor
IN and instructed him to send his best re-
porter to the marriage of two of
his fashionable friends, and gave
special instructions to have it care
fpAy and we'll written. Rose was
accordingly detailed, and he wrote it up in
way that never mortal saw before, being
o complete burlesque from beginning to
end. He stated that on the arrival of the
wedding party the choir sang the hymn,
Mistaken Souls Who Dream of Biiss?"
that the clergyman asked the groom,
Who dared take this woman to be his
welded wife," that the groom answered
dedantly, Il dare" and after the ceremony
the clergyman preached short homily
from the text, Father forgive them. for
they know not what they do" It slipped
into the paper without being supervised.
This was the greatest effort Of Roses life,
and his last on the Herald. He died few
years afterward from the effects Of opium,
which he ate in the raw state, and carried
it around in his pocket like orris root.
Captain Fox, Lieutenant in the Sec
ond Dragon Guards of the British army,
having met with reverses on the turf, was
at one period on the staff. He had o
assistant to Joe Elliott, the noted sporting
editor. He had been through the war
with the Modoc Indians in the lava beds,
and had IN interview with Captain Jack
only an hour before that savage had
ltreacherously murdered General Candy in
This cave. Fox was at the dinner given to
Henry NJ. Stanley by the Herald Club on
lis return from finding Livingstone in
Africa. It was very jovial affair and did
not end until four in the morning. The
milkmen were on their rounds. The gal
liant Captain, being in . frolicksome mood,
bargained with one Of them to take him
on his rounds, as little fresh air would
dispel the fumes Of the banqueting hall.
They had not proceeded far when the
Captain remarked, affably:
My friend, you don't seem to be in
good voice this morning, suppose you let
me CALL"
The unlucky milkman consented and Fox
e@sssSS WV
and war whoops which he learned from the
Modocs. Like the he cat that raises the
pibroch of his race, the song without q
tune, his efforts were very successful, the
weird, unearthly din creating considerable
CONSERVATION among the residents, who,
peeping out, saw q gentleman in full even
ing dress mounted on milk cart, with an
expostulating driver who was declaring
that such commotion would ruin his
business.
Michael NJ. Doyle was at that time the
financial editor Of the Herald. He used
to relate with much gusto his first inter-
view with old Commodore Vanderbilt,
with whom he was subsequently
on very intimate terms. The Commodore
was not Chauncey Depew by any man
ner of means, and one of his maxims was.
Never say what you are going to do until
you do it." Doyle, then q reporter on
space work, was sent to interview the
Commodore in regard to q rumor that the
Hudson River line was to be double
tracked. The stern old gentleman, who
was seated on high stool, beckoned the
reporter to approach, and laid his hand,
aftectionatelv on his shoulder. This was
unusual and propitious, and Doyle felt he
was in sure for column interview.
Young man. you go back to the Office
and tell Bennett it is none Of his ID
business; that is ALL.
The abashed reporter could only STAN
mer:
: sThank you, Commodore.
There is no necessity for thanks, /"
quickly came the bluff reply.
These men have all Joined the great
majority, and, though they did good, ear
nest work in impersonal Journalism, they
had not the opportunity to fill the sound
ing trump of fame.-James Seymour, in
American Commercial TraveIle7.