Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-05

HOUSE PRESS GALLERY.
 men who wield greater influence upon their country and their time than these whose portraits hang where they serve as a con- stant inspiration to the correspondents of the press Who frequent the lobby. Here correspondents may sit writing their dis patches with the eyes of their editor in chief looking down upon them.
 Men of Mark.
 Fully one-third of these great men of the press, these manipulators of the greatest of all modern engines have had experience as Washington correspondents. Whitelaw Reid, editor of the New York Tribune, used to be correspondent here of Cincin- natl paper, and later of the very paper of which he is now the editor. He wrote let ters over the signature of "Agate'' which attracted a great deal of attention, and which in time attained a certain authority as representing the inside politics and thoughts of the capital. It is one of the traditions of the capital that MT. Reid aimed first of all in his work at trustworthi- ness, reliability.
 Charles A. Dana distinguished author of the If you see it in The Sun it's so'' Cor was it the almost as distinguished publish er William M. Latfan, who originated this famous and useful phrase), has his portrait here of course. The gallery of great jour nalists would not be complete without Mr. Dana's portrait. It is modest picture, a small photograph, hanging in simple frame of black wood. But if you look closely at it you will see that it is re- markable photograph, one of the finest that the art is capable of producing. There is character in n photograph as well as in an oil painting, and no one understands better the use of posing, of light and shade than Mir. Paul Dana, who ranks as one of the best amateur photographers in the country, and who made this piece with loving skill and care. Perhaps the modest picture of MT. Dana is more looked at and talked about than any other in the gallery.
 The Dashing Pulitzer.
 Not far away is the portrait of Joseph Pulitzer, who has had the most remarkable career of all the journalists ill the collec- tion, and this is saying good deal, for there are brilliant, cratic, flashing, adven- turous men on these walls. It is not so many years since Mir. Pulitzer was working as longshoreman in St. Louis, and work ing beside colored men at that. He was young, needy, strong and willing to earn his living at any honorable employment. His rise from such humble station to the position of wealth and influence which he now occupies would make fine topic for spread eagle American speech by one of the demagogues who draw 5000 year on the floor below. Mr. Pulitzer was once Wash ington correspondent himself and, oddly enough, was here as the representative of the New York Sun.
 A Host of Stars.
 Other editors whose faces adorn the col lection, and who have at one time an other had experience as workers in the press galleries of the capitol, are William Penn Nixon, who worked like hero to build up the Chicago Inter Ocean, and to pull it through the ills which infant journals are heir to, only to see control of the property eventually pass into other but worthy hands; Melville E. Stone, who was one of the founders of the Chicago News, a man of wonderful energy and activity, who had a somewhat similar experience and who is now the manager of the Associated Press; his predecessor in this post, the veteran William Henry Smith; the celebrated Moses Handy, dubbed general since he was promoter of publicity and 8 good many other things at the Worlds fair and who is now about to take to the lecture field and make another fortune for himself; Mu- rat Halstead, the Field Marshal, brilliant writer, splendid fellow, cranky but admira- ble, who believes in q newspaper man who is strong enough to be able to sit down and interview himself out of his general store of knowledge instead of running after some man with an accidental reputation who doesn't know half so much-Halstead, who seems to be the same yesterday, today and forever and who writes every day with a pen Che abhors typewriter) as much as some hardworking men dictate; Colonel Jones, formerly of Florida and St. Louis, now editor of the New York World, a man who has force mixed with fussiness, and who gets along in the world all the time just as his enemies are predicting he is about to stop; Grady, the eloquent, whose voice and pen will sing and speak no more, and William w. Armstrong, formerly of the Cleveland Plain Dealer, who in a mo- ment of alteration from the true principles of the profession was prevailed upon to ac- cept postofeice.
 Of the Old School.
 What an interesting lot of men these three dozen great editors are! And how easy it would be to write two pages instead of two columns about them! First in every eye after the portrait of MT. Dana is that of Joseph Medill, the veteran of the Chi cago Tribune 2Ir Medill is about 70. but still able to do q first class days work. He is one of the old fashioned sort of editors, the sort that had their first education in the country printing office. and who to this day love to be about the types and borrow tobacco of the compositors and Jef for drinks on the imposing stone. MT. Medlll doesn't do these things any more, for he lives out at Los Angeles in q little palace. Nothing is too good for this grand old man, who with all his peculiarities has been one of the greatest of American journalists and in his relations with men one of the most lovable characters.
 James w. Scott.
 Chicago has another contribution here which always attracts the attention of visit ing journalists. It is the portrait of James w. Scott of the Chicago Herald and Even ing Post, the man of whom people said 8 few years ago, tThere is the rising man in the American newspaper world" and who now point with pride to their predictions and say, II told you so" Mir. Scott man. ages two newspapers with the greatest ease, presides over two or three big clubs, dimes out every evening. drinks with the best of them and always shows up the next morn ing with a clear head. A remarkable man he. MT. Pulitzer once offered him $50, 900 a year to manage the New York World, and Scott wouldn't touch it. Not very long ago Scott made his first start in the journalistic line by printing little : by Q paper at the town of Bowie, Md, not far from Washing