The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1890-01-29

had been permitted to glide along as b.
mapped it out, Fred Mussey would hav'
been known to higher ranks of fam'
and fortune than he has yet attained
unto. "Life is not the thing we planned
it," and an adverse influence, withou
warning and without the possibility O.
prevention, warped his life from it
original purposes. But nothing or
Gods green earth could drive SO clear
q brain to aught but what is right
There is and has been nothing wrong
in his life; but it is not just what he
planned it. He is superior newspaper
man, but he might as well have been
in the front rank of lawyers, doctors,
politicians or statesmen. Bob Wynne
| is one of the handsOmest men on the
Row, and an energetic worker. In the
, same room with these Cincinnatians.
Mr.. Stevens and Mr.. AppersOn, of the
! st. Louis Globe-Democrat, hold forth.
They are worthy men, too, of whom
nothing could b said save in praise.
The next building is occupied by Perry
Heath, of the Indianapolis Journal and
Omaha Bee. He is a young man yet,
but occupies exceedingly close conf
Dental relations with the White House.
In the back room, with stenOgrapher
and typewriter hard at work, sits Will
lam Eleroy Curtis, of the Chicago News;
that is he is there when Mr.. Blaine is
not sending him elsewhere upon foreign
missions for the Department of State.
He is not only a newspaper man, but a
book-maker, traveller, diplomat and lit
erateur. He is round, plump, boy
looking fellow, and wears smile as
sweet as honey and as natural as an old
shoe. The next house is occupied, on
one side, by the United Press. Here
Burhans, Boyle, Balm and the other
busy BIS toll far into the night and
keep the telegraphic wires hot. Across
the hall we find the New York Times,
neld down by Dunnell and De Puy.
They are young men, both, and full of
vim and vigor, each enthusiastic to get
more Washington news for the Times
than any other New York paper can
gather. The Tribune, World and Her
aid are off of the Row. Mr.. Secken-
dorff and Major Clarke, of the Tribune,
are around on F street, near Mr..
Wright's Office. The World is farther
up on Fourteenth and the Herald is
away around on Fifteenth. There
Messrs. Nordhoff, Preston and Guth-
ridge delve in symphony of purpose.
But to return to the Row. Above the
heads of the Times and United Press
there is honeycomb of workers! Hos
ford. of the Detroit Free Press; Hamil-
ton, of the Milwaukee Herald; Low, of
the Boston Globe; Dodge, of the Mil
waukee Sentinel, and several others
serve their great constituencies.
The next building is the Ebbitt House.
Until last summer it had never opened
its portals to the press, but used the en-
tire ground floor for bar-room. Major
John M. Carson, of the Philadelphia
Press, one of the Oldest and most sue
cessful correspondents here, induced
Mr.. Willard Caleb, not the crank to
rent him that room. Major Carson
caused it to be elegantly fitted up, and
rented desk room to Charlie Towle, OF
the Boston Traveller, and Charlie Gray,
of the California Associated Press.
They had the handsomest Office on the
Row until within the past two weeks.
Every one knows Charlie Towle, by
He is not only a good
writer, but tells story better than any
other fellow, not even excepting Majah
Stofah. His laugh wou!1 make an in
FAINT scream. 1t is not ''haw-haw,'
but sui generis sort of ''tut-tut-tut-
There is no other cachin-
nation like it, and if it could be photo
graphed, every dime museum man in
America would want copy. Charlie
Gray laughs with his whiskers, and when
Towle gets off a new story, Gray's
smoker can be heard way down by the
B. & o. Building. When Gray smokers,
the wind literally blows through his
whiskers, and he don't care, either.
Major Carson seldom smiles. He is the
of cOmradeship and dig.
nifty combined. He knows more of army
and navy matters than all the rest of us.
He was an intimate, trusted friend OF
General Sheridan.
must not leave the Row without de-
scribing Hunt. He is character, sure
enough. His education is limited, but
he knows how to gather department
news. He walks on crutches, wears eye
glasses and looks pretty. He goes to all
of the executive departments, gets lists
of appointments, designations, promo
tions and other light matter, and sells
his information at night to the boys on
the Row. He is nobody's enemy, but is
the friend of every body, including the
pretty actresses at Perreard's.
But there is another Office in Newspa-
per Row. 1t is north of Major Carson's,
and was but recently opened. Mr.. Will
ard was prevailed upon to let two more
men into the Ebbitt, and they
have an Office beautifully and lavishly
appointed in every respect. One of them
is John Shriver, of the New York Mail
and Express, formerly with the Ba1ti,
more American, latterly with the Balti-
more s. Ohio Railroad Company. He is
one of the smoothest writer's, one of the
bestdescriptive writer's. in the profession
here. His Office is a model of beauty,
and he is himself par excellence trav-
eled, cultured gentleman. Associated
with him in this new Office is the CORE
spOndent of several Western Dapers and