The herald., 1897-01-16
JOE M'CULLAGH'S Ways

Never q better newspaper man lived
than Joseph r. McCullagh, and never
one who was a greater taskmaster. ex-
acting the limit of work from every en-
ploye. He never spared himself while
demanding from others; that can be said
to his credit.
A man of routine, he was as well pc
culiar character, an oddity among men.
The editor of a great paper, continu-
ously Ell rapport with current events,
great in it's news features, he had no as
sociates, seemed never to talk to any
one. but was ever in touch with the
world
A man of routine, in the old days when
the Globe-Democrat was located at
Fourth and Pine streets, McCullagh
would walk into the office at 1890 o'clock
daily. He never varied a second. Then,
going to his den. dusty, paperb be-
strewn room of eight feet square. he
would summon the heads of each depart
ment to his presence. Never looking at
any one of them, but eyeing q marked
paper on his ill-kept desk. he in turn
roasted" each one of his staff. He was
never known to commend, but eveylast-
ingly condemned.
The daily duty discharged. at / o'clock
he would leave the Office and go to the
Southern hotel. He was as prompt to
leave at l o'clock as he was in entering
the office at 1880 o'clock. Reaching the
hotel and entering at the Walnut street
doorway, he at once repaired to the
bar. On sight the bartender set up four
glasses, two of which he filed with
water. In the other two McCullagh
poured the same size generous drink of
whisky. He drank one and In few sec
onds lifted the other to his lips and
swallowed it. 1t used to be said that in
taking the second drink McCullagh
treated a phantom" though the drink
went down the gullet of a very sturdy
man. Then he went to dinner. Finish
ing that quickly, hestrolled down into
the corridor of the hotel, bought big,
black cigar. lit IT, and, buying Cincin-
natl Enquirer, sat down and buried his
face behind the paper until o'clock
stood figured out on the dial of time.
Then he stood up. left the hotel by the
Walnut street entrance, and, turning
west walken into Parle's buffet, half
block away There four glasses were
set up for him. Leaving the saloon he
walked east to Fourth street and thence
to the office. There he enscorced himself
in his den, but every fifteen minutes or
SO he would walk to the water cooler
located In the city room. II was well
understood, or thoroughly supposed, at
least, that "the old man made these
frequet trips to see, like an Irish school
however gleeful they may have BEEN
when his step was heard every man got
to his desk, bent down, his head and be-
gan writing for dear life.
At 6 o'clock he would again go to the
Southern hotel, returning at o'clock.
ard until 12 o'clock keep up his visits to
the water cooler. At midnight he would
go home in cab.
This was his daily life for twenty
years or more. He never attended a
place of amusement, nor any public
meeting, and was never the guest at any
entertainment.
He had his own peculiar views abou.
running a newspaper, and having abso-
lutte and undrammeled' control of The
Globe Democrat his views have been
proved correst by the grand success of
that journal. The Globe Democrat un :.
der his editorial management was ur-
like any either newspaper In the, country.
He subordinated' the business depar--
merit to the editorial department, ana
in few other papers in the country is
the upstairs" supreme over the down
stairs" He Geclaned in print in answer
to ar inuerrogatory some years ago
What makes a great paper" "A tele-