Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-06-11


had to begin at the bottom. In my
young days things were different, and
there was no mob of hungry scribblers
hanging on to a newspaper. However,
thank your blessed stars, there is no
chance of your getting on the daily
however suicidically you may be in
clined."
"What chance, sir, do you think l
would have with the weeklies?" Eo
Their name is legion, but with the
exception of three or four you would
be either requested to write for starva-
ton wages or be engaged at a high sal
airy and never paid. You might, il. you
were lucky, get nine dollars week,
and bricklayer's wages are four dol
lars day"
1.-THE picture you draw is not encour-
aging"
"Nor do mean it to be. Fly from
this over-populated city, to which every
young adventurous breadwinner from
every country on the earth makes his
way, till the streets are teeming with
the unemployed-but, say, have you an
imagination? Can you paint word
pictures? The story papers do pay well,
but you must have served your appren-
ticeship before you will be admitted
into their columns. So that chance is
barred"
"And you know of nothing?"
"Why, yes, said Mr.. Bailey, reflective
| ly, there's an old friend of mine, who
used to be colleague in this Office, who
told me the other day that he wanted
help. He's been badly bitten by social
ism, and he runs sheet which he
seriously thinks is TO redeem the world,
though never saw 1t, nor do l know
anything about his pecuniary response
bility. Men with whims rarely amount
to much, and guess he's sunk all he
had accumulated in this venture"
would you mind giving me his ad-
dress?"
"With pleasure. Here, let me write
| you line of introduction. 1t is pity
| you cannot make up your mind to fol-
| low respectable line of occupation,
but If you are determined to go wrong,
1 you may as well meet your fate at once.
Bidding adieu to his new friend, who
he afterwards learned was fastidiously
touchy on anyone else presuming to
slight the profession of journalism,
Grey hurried to the address he had re-
| ceived. A2 satAcs 9caA CAj 10
The building which housed, wfsh
twenty other crafts, the Labor Times,
was not prepossessing in its exterior.
| However, after mounting three flights
of stairs-for then there was noSs&
now an elevator in every Office building
] In Chicago--he came TO door bril-
liantly illuminated with colored pla-
cards There was q grand pictorial
representation of Labor as knight in
armor, mounted on superb charger,
pinning to the earth with huge spear
the fiery dragon of Capital, and half
dozen other forid denunciations Of
equal significance
Grey modestly tapped at the door,
then entered.
| The walls of the Office were pro-
fusely adorned with faring posters,
while its furniture consisted of three
common windsor chairs and large pine
table abundantly Uttered with papers,
behind which sat tall, gaunt old
man with gray hair falling over his
shoulders.
"Col. Gilchrist, presumc?" Grey in-
quired.
"At your service" the gentleman
bowed with old-time politeness
II bear you this letter Of introduo-
ton"
"Ah, ! see, from my old friend Bailey.
Well young man, what can DO Cor
| you?" This with . new air OF patson-
| age In his tones
X en- seeking literary work Err