The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-09-20
MAKING A NEWSPAPER
OFFICE BOY SHOWS A COUPLE OF
VISITORS THROUGH THE SHOP.
He Gives Them Valuable Points on
the Mysteries of Editing and Ma
chine and Press Work.
Fourth Estate.

cling to tho arm of her long, green nus
band.
We're in town on our weddin' trip, kind
err he said blushlngly, land me and Mat
! tie thought as we was SEEM the sights
we oughter see the newspaper office too.
Our parents has been talIin' your weekly
for good many years.
That's right" said the elevator boy en-
couragingly, 1.-The people will be glad you
did. but / haven't got time to show you
around. Here's the office boy though, aud
he's a expert in that business, he is. Amt
you, Snips?"
Ships being appealed to, came out frora
| somewhere he had no business to be and
assumed Importance.
what L don't know about the newspa-
| per business. Mister he said Il guess you
won't find around here. It's an hour till
midnight when 1 go on watch and if you
make it worth while I'll show you every
thing"
A bargain was struck.
"Now." said the office boy. follow me
and when I'm done with you If you don't
say you got more for the money than ever
you did before in your life I'll say you
don't know punkins when the leaves is OF
the vines"
In1S nOu6ly T0ISI6nCG OLOuSAh q SAAAAAo
to the brides cheek and she followed the
boy and her husband down into cellar
with more confidence than she felt at first.
II brought you down here SOS you could
see the engine" the boy explained, ''and
then you wouldn't have to come down
here any more, for it amt very clean and
purity for the lady," The lady looked her
thanks "You see there's four oilers"
bout the same as saw mill oilers,
reckon" said the groom as if he were
not greatly impressed.
well, there's two bat'ries of en-, said
the boy not knowing saw mill boiler
from a wash boiler.
''They amt like that in a saw MILL said
II should say they wasn't. There's a
| good deal more difference than that, you
paper" continued the guide in more or
| less triumphant tone, turning to go out OF
the engine ROOM
Now, that through yoA1der' he said,
pointing out from the elevator, lis the
cOuntin' room
Where they count the papers?" inter-
rupted the groom.
THE COUNTING ROOM.
Nav" said the boy; where they count
the money. That's the business office.
There's some people that thinks it's pleas
ure to run a newspaper, but when they
tackle 1t once, they find it's business
| That's what they have that Office for"
Pears to me it would be just the kind
Of pleasure 1 was lookin for to count NOR
| ey," ventured the groom with the manner
| of a rural rooster getting off a joke.
81 guess not eff you was countin' it out
instead of in said the boy. There's two
| ways of countin'."
Going up to the top floor, the office boy
held whispered conversation with the
| elevator boy, the feature of which was that
the office boy had a lead-pipe cinch.
THAT part in there explained the boy
| as he ranged his people up in front of the
| door leading into the hall to the editorial
| rooms ''is where they keep the brains; ana
| this one over here, pointing to the reDOr-
| tOrial department, lis where they Keep the
legs
The bride gave a nervous start, fearing
she had got into the dissecting room of
medical college.
CHATS only a joke they have" explained
the boy, when he saw he might be mis-
understood. You see, thems editors in
| there, that writes with their pens what they
thinks out and finds In other papers ana
| books and places. and these others is re-
| porter3 that writes mostly with tEelr Iegs
| when the city editor starts EN- out to walk
dWiIl ' You ever be one? asked the bride
! efficiently. - >,
''Td list as lief as not, m am, 1 guess, .
he said modestly but once f5a 3oE kind don Of
| STYLE about 'em. They quit and git at some
other business and own stock in newspapers
| and boss things, they do.
| ''Where does the man stay that writes
| the 1okes?" asked the groom.
HE stay at home, grlnned tne 5t,d
eff he STAYED around the Office somebody q
over there's where the Teller stays that
writes the society things, he went On.
you see he's got sIoo of flowers in his
winder and there's rugs on his moor ana q
yaller plaster, or some kind or Niger OF
| Pishkee er somebody on his desk. He's
"See that door over there?" said the
GUIDE, pointing to, mySterloCs look ,niS
| mans den"
who's hep" asked the groom. THAT
| nan that signs himself We?
THAT'S him" said the boy admiringly
Hes the grand mogul; the boss; the old
man." and the boy gazed on the closed
| door with reverence akin to awe.
''Wen, I'd like to see him. said the
groom bravely stepping toward the door
Are you armed?' AS. asked d,, the gnide' IN
mo. What's that got to do with it?'
A PERILOUS ENTRY.
"Nothin, only eff you go in there at this
time Of night your honeymoon is mighty
likely to be turned into a funeral percession
and the old man won't be chief mourner
neither"
HE must think a heap of himself" VEN
| tured the visitor in a hurt and disappointed
| tone.
"He does. He thinks more of hisself than
| all the rest of the fellers does, but that
don't make the paper none the worser, 1
| guess. He gimme a quarter tn other day
extry fer doin' something fer him, and
cusseG me so cents worth fer not dom it
like he wanted It,"
"Who writes the love stories?' the bride
| sweetly inquired.
"They don't write 'em, ma am. You see
| they got machine down stairs that they
grind the poetry out of, and when they
| want love stories they throw in little
extry ink and paper and honeysuckle or
two and then they git love stories out Of
"oh, can we see them?" she asked,
| eagerly
| Il was just goin' that way, ma'am,"
| bowed the guide and led them off to the
composing room, where the type-setting
machines were making night hideous
AT the door the boy left them a moment
| and spoke to the foreman.
THE gent in charge, ma am, reported
the boy. says they are busy. now making
| poetry, but if you'll come back at o'clock
| in the morning they will be dom the love
| stories You can see, though, how they
do it," and he took them around to several
| machines.
I'm there" he said, stopping on the way,
sis where they stereotype. But you don't
/ care for that What you want is to let
| the lady see the press go round.
One OF the presses was going when Trey
| reached the room, and the boy held n ccun-
| ell with the pressman.
Sorry" he said, rejoining his guests,
"but the whole shooting match won't be
ready till two or three hours yet: but you
| can see what this one is at. Now. when
| the whole thing is goin' she prints two mil
| lions a hour"
How long do you run the thing?" asked
| the groom, showing more surprise than at
| anything he had previously heard
The boy consulted the foreman.
About two hours and twenty minutes -