The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-25

work on the New York Tribune as a re-
porter. The first day he reported new
insurance bin in which he discovered
fatal legal error, which he pointed out TO
the Tribune readers the next morning.
This auspicious start gave Huntley the
impression that his advancement would
be speedy and sure, therefore he showed
elatiou in his manner, which was not the
manner Of the ordinary news gatherer OF
quarter century ago. The second day
he was sent to report a meeting OF the
Farmers Club in Cooper union. For
wonder this staid body of theorizing fOs-
sis did something besides listen to
learned treatises upon strabismus in pota-
toes and its cure and other kindred topics.
They lost their temper in a discussion and
called each other hard names.
AREBUKE FROM MIR GRIZZLY.
Huntley made a spirited and truthful
report Of the meeting, and finding no one
in the city EDITORS room at the Office, he
sent his copy" TO the printers aud went
home The next morning his article was
on the first page of the Tribune precisely
as he had written it. When Huntley
walked down to the office about noon it
was with the stride of a man with a lau-
rel wreath within reach. He noticed that
his fellow reporters smiled at his en-
trance, but he attributed that to natural
envy, and he pitied them. Presently the
city editor said MIR. Huutley Mr. Gree
lev wants to see you,n and he went down
stairs TO the great editors room. He
knocked at the door and was told tocOme
in. Mr. Greeley was busy with an edito-
rial. When he finished he turned in his
chair and asked in a squeaky voice
"Well, young man, who are you and what
do you want!n
"You sent for me, sir, - replied Huntley,
as coolly as a man could in the face Of the
honor which would soon be his. MY
name IS Huntley."
"Huntley," unused the chief $50 you
are the Internal idiot who wrote up the
! Farmers Club"
Huntley turned pale
"What in Tophet did you do with your
copyln
my own report"
S'What did you do with your manu-
scriptl"
Il put it in the box and sent it up
| stairs" said Huntley. mo one was in
| the room"
"Young man, how long have you been
in the newspaper businessl"
1.-Two days"
81 thought so, " continued the old edi-
tor, more kindly. II have no doubt that
those idiots in the Farmers Club did
everything that you said they did, but, - he
added in a tone of sadness, "you shouldn't
nave tdlACu tlltiAl IulAA lldlACo III lllG A4lD-
| uue. I'm the president of that club"
FINDING SITTING BULL.
Huntley went back to the city room, his
dream of glory ended, and his future WORK
on the Tribune" was edited, every line
of it, From New York Huntley went to
Chicago and St. Louis, and then to Bis
marck, Oak. While there he was sent by
the late Sam" Medill, of the Chicago
Tribune, into British America to find Sit
ting Bull, who had retreated into the
Wood River country after the Custer
massacre. He found him and spent sew
eral weeks in his camp. While he was
there he was formally adopted by Flying
Antelope, the hereditary chief of the
Sioux, as his son. His account of the
trip filled several pages of the Tribune,
and gave the civilized world the first au-
thentic news of the whereabouts Of the
Indian outlaw.
Less than ten years ago, after Hunt
| ley had achieved a national fame as the
author of MIR. Spoopendyke,' begun in
! the Brooklyn Eagle, the writer went
with him to a theater in this where Sit
ting Bull and a few other aborigines
were being exhibited. Later on we went
to their hotel and were received in their
private parlor. All the braves set cross
legged on the floor aud the squaws
ranged themselves along the wall on
Chairs. 1luublCy ndu pLONluGu ulLuSell
with half dozen boxes of cigarettes, and
as we entered he pulled these out and
| lighted one. Then we squatted with the
others.
''How cola :" said Huntley putting his
cigarette and passing it TO his neighbor
How colal' said the neiPhbor, passing
il to the next, and thus we smoked an up
to date pipe of peace with the most APP
proved fin de steele trimmings. Sitting
! Bull, through an interpreter, recalled
many incidents of Huntley's visit to his
camp.
lin glad you saw this" said Huntley
to me as we left. "Since l have told so
many lies about old Spoopendyke, a good
many persons are saying that I made up
that Sitting Bull story, too, and [ want
you to set them Alright"
But never had the chance. few
weeks later Huntley, already with
| Bright's disease, wrote the last of his
"Spoopendykesn on the imposing stone in
! brakes printing office and babe farewell
! forever to the dear old "dodgasted" fault
| finder and his "measly' annoyances
which has made the world laugh so long
| and grow better
OTHER HUMoRIsTs.
After the Brooklyn Eagle man came he
| of the Laramie Boomerang, to whose
! Office loft visitors had two choices of en-
] trance. - GU can take bne stairs, wrote
/ the Boomerang man, "or you can twist
! the gray mules tail and go up on the ele-
| vatOr.N
| The Boomerang man has passed out of
! existence for more than ten years and in
/ his place the world knows Bill Nye, but
none of his humor is any funnier than the
! speeches he put into the mouths of the
| Wyoming reservation Indians fifteen
! years ago.
! The greatest success from a worldly
standpoint made by any of the funny men
| has been achieved by George w. Peck, of
Peck's Sun. He is now the governor of
Wisconsin and is supposed to be worth
| 81 ,000. 900, more or less. Brick Fome-
roy told me once how Peck was dis COW
cred.
81 was publishing my Democrat at La
! Crosse, Wis, before the war when /
noticed in an obscure country newspaper
some extremely clever paragraphs.
learned that Peck wrote them and /
wrote to him Offering him S25 a week to
| come down TO La Crosse and work for me.
The next day got this telegram:
Mark Nj. Pomeroy, La Crosse ac-
| cept your offer quicker than instantly.
! For heavens sake don't withdraw it."
After Peck went to Milwaukee in the
! '70's he estab lished the Sun, and wrote
| ''Pecls Bad Boy" and his subsequent
| career is part of history.