Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-10-13
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scandalous low price" and has now gone to Europe to ''jostle and junket around with foreign dynasties."
 Very different from the serene and polished humorist of today was the be whiskered Nye of 1879. The struggling, ill fed, roughly clad editor of the from tier, who eked out subsistence by dis pensing justice and distributing mail. has developed into an accomplished man of the world, favorite lecturer and writer of international fame. But his work is essentially the same. There is the all pervasive good nature, and the odd and homely characterization of fla miliar things which is always entertain ing and often irresistibly droll
 With the exception of Charles B. Lewis. better known as NJ. Quad. prob ably no newspaper humorist has had such long, well sustained and success ful career as Nye. And the reason of his prosperity is not difficult to under stand. His humor is wholesome. spon- taneous and healthful. There is no bit ter sarcasm, no covert malice. His shafts tickle. but do not wound He does not hesitate to make himself the butt of his own jokes, and with surpris- ing insouciance submits his personality to the ludicrous lihe!s of the Carica- turist. In this connection it is interest ing to read what he says in The Auto biography of an Editor" published in The Century d wear ago;
 There Is q grim and Ghasily Auulur the hu- nor that iS born of a nathetIr philosouhy- which now and then strikes nc in reading the bright and keen wiIted work ot uUr American parasraphers. IL is a humor that may Le cryS tallized by hunger and sorrow and tear,. IL is not found elsewhere IS II Is in America. IL Is out of the question in England because an EnRlishman cannot poke fun at himself Hc cannot joke about an empty flour barrel We can. especially if by aoing it We may swap the joke for another harrel of flour. We can nvVcL be q nation of snobs 50 long as We are willing to poke fun at ourselves. IL savrs us from making asses of ourselves. Today many a well fed special writer goes on saturday even ing to the cashier uf a prosperous metropolitan journal for the reward he earned Ncars ago on some struggling, starving, wailiaE hantling that is now sleeping in the valley.
 There are gray streaks in his hair and a wrinkle here and there that came when he walked the floor of nights with that feeble pulling, Colicky journalistic child, but with those gray hairs he got wisdom, and he learned patience. He learned iu be murc Trndigal with his humor and moro economical with his means, and when he got little gri>t of sun shine he called in the neiEhhnrs, and when one woe came as the advance agent of a still great CT, allied woe, travelling by means of is own special tTain. he worked il up into pathetic story and made some one else the hero uf it.
 Mir. Nye has habit of using his knee for a writing desk. and many of the let tcrs which Convulse the multitude are written on railroad trains. On such co casions he uses a lead pencil and writes on scraps of paper. He writes a small running hand. with tho lines close tu- gether, and makes very few changes in his manuscript. His chirography Is not calculated to diffuse joy in a composing room particularly after the copy" has been carried in the pocket of Artst No