The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-23
BAB'S SUMNER MAIL.
sISrERLY APPEALS TO HER FOR
HELP.

Women Who are all Ambitious to Be
tics May Count, but Brains the Only
"Pul" in Journalism-The News
paper Of To- day a Powerful Mirror
A Group of Women Journalists Rold
an Experience Meeting-One OF
Them Wrote an Article Funny
Enough to kip While Holding Fer
Dying Husbands Hand.
Copyright 1919
In A NEW ENGLAND FARM HOUSE, Aug
q, 1S9l.-Once in a while there comes n
dull, gloomy sort of day, and you con-
clude that you are going to answer all your
letters. It seems day eminently adapted
to pouring ink on paper. You are more or
less relieved yourself By this operation, and
you are apt TO come out OF it as bright and
cherry as the sunshine, which, after oil, is
behind the clouds. During the long sum
mer days there have been a good many let
tors coming to me; letters that were pitifus
letters over which grew sad, and yet they
we're letters from people whom l could not
assist. They were all letters from women
who wanted to make money with their pens,
and they all said, Wont you use your in
fiuence to help meg" Now, my friends, In
politics influence may mean a great deal;
in newspaper work 1t is absolutely nothing.
You may come with a letter Of introduce
ton from the Gar CT Russia. You may
then be asked to write a letter on Rus ia,
and if it turns out to be a poor one, you
fnkT NaN@
that paper, even if the grand high mogul of
the land of China should be your hacker
A so-called pull" in newspaper offices usu-
ally means that you do work that suits
them, that you are on time, and that you
are exact.
GIVE Us PERFECT ENGLISH.
These women who have written TO me
say they can write beautiful descriptive
articles. Dear deAri When we want per-
feet EnRlish-when we want magnificent
word-pictures-we go to books, and we
don't look for landscapes in high colors or
in water colors in newspapers: we only look
for etchings In black and white. The news
paper Of to-day is looking glass; it reflects
what is going on, and makes the reflection
in the clearest and most refined manner,
the good newspaper seldom adding to or
taking from the truth; consequently mar
velous word pictures about nothing are not
cared for. But what is cared for Is an &C
curate description of something that is
novel an accurate account of something
curious that is going on in your part OF the
country, or even q recipe for taking
spots off q mans coat, or best Of all,
an occasional suggestion as to how to cure
yourself of your faults.
THE FOREIGN WOMAN AND HER SPORTING
NOVEL.
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work. One Of the women who
wrote to me told me she would do anything
to earn little money. l wrote 60 her and
ad vised her to write little description of
some of the curious customs of her country,
for she was foreigner, or some little Incl
dent in the life of the royal personages near
whom she lived, or q little story that had
heard her tell of famous ghost that
walked in er neighborhood. Did she do
any of these? Certainly not; she sent back
word she couldn't consider such trifles and
what she proposed to do was to write a
sporting novel; / hope she has gotten some
money for it-but l doubt it very much.
When will women learn that even to get a
you have to stoop down-it Is true
you rise up afterward with your prize in
your hand, but everything in this world
that is worth having requires work, aud
hard work; requires either mental or a
physical bending OF Che Dack.
WOMEN JOURNALISTS RELATING THEIR
PAST EXPERIENCES.
heard four women who wrote talking
the other day, and perhaps what they said
will convince the lady who failed in dress
making aud housekeeping that all is not
gold that glitters IN the way of newspaper
work. They were talking about the hardest
work they ever had to do. One OF them,
lob ,Qa
year my husband lost his position; he is a
very delicate man, and the railroad COM
pany that invited him to leave knew when
they did this that his chance for getting a
place in some other Office was very Doubt
full; he came home to nee with the news, and
after had consoled him and made him feel
that things were brighter than they looked.
he went to the door and got the evening
mail from out tho letter box. The first let
ter that opened told mo that my services
we're no longer required on paper which
had formed the greater part OF my income.
Understand, they didn't object to my work,
it was only that during the summer months
they had concluded to CLOSE up that depart
ment. thought l should faint, but
didn't; laughed, tore up that letter. made
some light remark about it that didn't hint
at its contents.
There is another letter that says the
tried to keep house, and is 'afraid she will
have to take to writing" She speaks Of
this as If it were the easiest thing in the
world aud the most despicable; she speaks
OF it as If all she had to do was to walk into
a newspaper office. demand the salary of a
managing editor, write when she felt like it,
and live in luxury ever after.
Aud opened tho next one.
SHE CREATED DETECTIVE STORY IN A
NIGHT.
This was a request from an editor that l
would write him such thrilling detective
story as he said only l could write. He
wanted it by the next day. l sat down and
began to write. The prospect was not
cheerful; husband without situation, and
me with $50 week right out of my pocket.
! never knew how l wrote that story, and
don't think anybody can blame me if l
made the villain an editor. / worked all
night over it, aud when the morning came
l sent it down to the people who had asked
for it. The days were mighty gloomy after
that, but the detective story caught on .,
and those people employed me regularly,
and when the fall came, the other news
paper wanted me back. What's that some.
body said! then. / would not have gone
Oh, yes, you would, when it meant $50 a
week, and you had an invalid husband.
tell you none of US know what we will do
until the time comes, but / shall never for
get that long. long night. as l sat writing
that story. l couldn'b think of the story
itself, could only think of my trogble, and
though | have laughed a good bit about
religion, give you my word that l shall
always believe that that story was written
for me by some angel, that 1t was simply
my hand that held the pen. and her that