The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1888-12-01
A WORD FOR NEWSPAPER N len.
Montgomery AIa)Advertissr,

customs, many eccentric ideas,
and hard, rusaIng realities.
In the rush and worry of life,
men forget themselves aud put
their hearts in their pockets or de.
post them at the bank. How
many win read the morning pa
per without thinking, for oace, of
the little crew that worked through
weary hours of wakefulness to
get up the reading matter-work rk-
ed until heart, hand aud brain
grew weary-until the huge city
clock called In its monotonous
voice, "onel two ! threela
1t there is class of men who
deserve helping hand from tho
world at large, it is newspaper
men. The editor is expected to |
please everybody, wear fine clothes
attend every party and theatre
and visit every club IN town. He
must also line bis pockets with
500 Bulls, convert himself into
walking cigar store, break 4 bottle
of champagne every half hour
through the day, and then work
through the sswee sma' hours" to
give you a paper spicJ and at
tractive. All this. or the editoris
a hum bug and his paper q fraud.
And there Is the reporter, an
earnest deliver in the worlds stin-
gy deep for the bits that fall. He
Is presumed to have assisted Noah
In the fashlonlng of tae big boat,
and, as a matter of course, knows
every member of the human fam
lily from that day to this. He
must clreum1mbulate the city like
Joshua did sinful Jericho, get
cursed out morning, noon aud night
all the while retaining the suaYlty
of Chesterfield AMI return at
night fill with d smile on his dust
covered countenance as hr lad as
the gates that open to perdition.
People say, ooh, that's pleasant
pastine Ito say nothing of the
delightful exercise
And the printerl Who will
thiEk, as they giunce along the
printed columns, Of the honest,
toiIing executors, the printer,
whose hands may be hard, whose
brow may be bronzed, but whoss
heart Is as full IF the light of true
manbood-Godss own sunshine
In thought we are with you
working brother be your lot new
-er SO hard, be your home eyel 81
lowly. All the things that weal
pantaloons aud plug hats are 40
gentlemen I've must look furthel
for the ideal man.
And, after all, this is grant
work. Journalism is the bright
est wave that gIimmers out upoi
the great sea OF existence. Il
binds the hearts of men N tender
est bonds of brotherhood aroun'
one family hearth, one common
home-the universe. A shinin.
link in the silver chain that lead
from earth to heaven, 1t makes tn
wesry wandcrer on lifes roa'
pause, and think, ana feel tha
men are men.
Upon tho crimson field of bat
tie. where the pale horse of deaf
plants its shadowy footprints
there the purple wreaths of glor
and a red shroud d fame are 70
the hero who goes to bis bier seal
ed on the red horse Of carnage
There is bravery in Walking
rope, or swimming the rapids q
Niagara. Itrequires stout heal
to win ssfait ladys and stoute
one to lead It's chosen from God
fair millions to Hymen's s altar.
But there is dau untIess courae
and thrilling, glorious herosim !
walking the lofty pathstrod alon
by the restless foot Of the world
busy thinker. At the silent hor
Of midnight. while millions dreal
lightly upon sIumber-wooln
couches, from the tired brain 0
the journalist to the pen point
from the sanctum TO tho compo
itorss room--from the println
press, and out into the world
teaming mart flash jewels
thought, bright, perfect, luml'
GUS as the PIa ides thoughts tn
touch the great heart of human
ty from home to home, from shol
to shore.
While you read the morning P
per, drop a cheering word or ge
erous thought for the pushln
striving news paper men. II
member that we, too, are morta
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