The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-03-21
VALE, DANIELS.

retirement of JOE DANIELS, from the
| state press, and that he went in a lemon
and came out squeezed.
Death will suggest silence-it will
cause a gentleman to forget and to for
giye-to hear the cold clods drop on a
coffin lid in the narrow prison house
with feelings of genuine sadness. The
dead face and the living will always
meet-and then it is that humanity
| stretches out its hand and the venomed
tongue of the living says, II forgive thee"
But a living dead man, one who in
suited and was too small game to bag,
must expect a farewell say, because it is
richly. deserved.
AS an ass in journalism. DANIELS took
the blue ribbon. He has simply fzzled.
THE GLOBE is sorry to know that he
failed financially, but that is all. He was
not, and is not a newspaper man.
This proposition was proven when he
opened his arms to receive this North
American Indian fighter. The editor of
this paper came to Durham and he fought
for the state. He printed more columns
of boom stuff in six months than DANIELS
ever printed; he had come a long way to
take his wife from North Carolina, and he
carried credentials from eminent men in
a dozen states.
In the course of events, he saw DANIELS
trying to get a job through the legisla-
ture-a job which was wretched and
which simply meant the taking of some
$4,000 from the taxpayers, which re-
sponsible parties had offered to ave
DANIELS used his battered wreck as a
jimmy, used it to open the treasury doors.
He resOrted to the cheap plan. He
thought that might made right. He
thought he was an oracle and that men
must bow before. He resorted to the
tactics employed by the ~demagogue and
the mOuntebank. In the mirror of the
times he saw nothing but the Great Pres
ence-the It-and all of it was himself.
He cajoled and flattered with large type
and cheap ink the Legislative asses who
ate pie with a knife and who cooled their
coffee in their saucers. Some of them
would blow out the gas, yet he yelled and
howled of their wonderful talents as
statesmen.
Finally it happened that hatred and
malice and wickedness were allowed to
propagate their germs in his heart, and
when THE GLOBE criticized a man who
once had been a preacher and left the
sanctity of the pulpit to get down to the
dirty mud and mire of PoLK's cheap poll
tics (but who afterwards saw his folly
and reformed), JOE DANIELS thought,
like the mountebank and charlatan whom
he tried with initiative might to resemble,
that one fell swoop of his whitening pen
would cast this pale-faced yet broad
browed student into deserved obscurity.
He emphasized his ~assanine features
and accomplishments by first calling upon
good people to chase us out of the
country. He called us
BLACKBOARD,
1nterloper,
Upstart,
And other chaste and beautiful names,
and insisted, wildly and madly, that the
'~decencies and dignities of journalism"
demanded all this.
He went so far as to rebuke this old
man, and gave what he termed a "delib-
crate opinion"
We simply explained that our address
was Durham and that our name ap-
peared at the top of the first column of
the second page, and the creature who
had thus received a stranger let it go.
In DANIELS departure from the state
press we make these comments. We do
recognize his ability. We recognize also
bis internal stupidity and his attempt to
or ruin.
We never were in favor of calling men
blackguards and interlopers when they
came as strangers among us.
And above all for a cheap and Wis
ionary ass, in his swaddling clothes, to
call a trained and experienced newspa-
per man an upstart-
Well, Decency grows ea-sick.
DANIELS made a failure, as he himself
and his methods will always fail.
POLK AND THE THIRD PARTY