The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-05-19
TRIALS OF
ACOUNTRY
JOURNALIST
Ed Marchant Talks of the
Days That Are Gone.
NO MORE WEDDING CAKES
Has No Pleasures Now But
His Own PHILOSOPHERS,
70 MORE WEDDING CAKES

Cleo, o. T.. Nays, 1s01.-After a visit
with Dickens and a tour of London and
its environs. renewing acquaintance with
sykes and Twist. Camp. Pickwick and
Ancawber. after porng over scotts d.
vine creationssof word painting. and fol-
lowing Richard of England and hubert Of
Paris to the moslem swept holy land and
crying hooplas when the one made the
draw fight with saladin and the other
called Constantne's bluff, after a side
dose of Kfpling and the following unan-
swered question how it comes that his
stuff commands such a, price on the lit
erary market, who is there who viii not
plead guilty to having surreputiously in
vested in a nickel shocker and breathless-
~ pursued the villain that sought to run
a game on the heroine? In doing this
who has not found himself wishing for
an aqueous elm club and opportunity to
aprly it to some convenient portion Of
the anatomy Of the villain? That this is
true, 1t is safe to lay odds. Indeed, can
now cali to mind one ex-senator and two
Judges. one Of a United States court, who
confess that books Of The Villain Still
FlTsued Her class are found by them TO
be the most refreshing.
In every ran there is q streak Of saw
age. In everyone there is a tendency to
return spasmodically to the barbarism of
remote ancestry. The influences Of hered-
ity and early association are fixed and IN
bending Hence it is that the college pro-
fessor, lawyer. doctor, journalist and bus
mess man can get passing pleasure from
the bucket of blood novel. This too, added
10 the fact that nine times out Of ten
in the hockey days Of his ealy youth he
has liked out from school bounds at af-
ternoon recess and prone upon his stom-
ache in the shade Of the bushes by the
swimming hole extracted satisfaction
from between the pages Of a small book
with yellow covers in which was re-
counted the thrilling struggle between
Little Buclsshot. the scout and ranger.
and Dull Knife. the Indian chief, for the
possession Of Ysolde. the yellow-haired
captive,
AS the wanderer longs for home, and af-
ter years returns, 50 is man prone to re-
turn to that made dear by early associa-
ton.
The .monotonous. sliding click Of the
linotype, the pat pat Of the stereotypers
brushes the b-r-r-lugs of the saw as it
cuts through the page next to "S0'' and
the all around skate of everybody as the
last form is made ready. naturally turns
ones mind to the days when the compile
ton Of a two-oolumn stint Of small plea
meant the rest OF the afternoon for fish
ing or swimming. The hand press rises
before the scrutiny of the mind, and the
-. - e.a,s.
and Mr.. Benjamin Franklin medalioned
on the front, the nose of one decora ted
with green ink and that of the other
with red, carefully bestowed with the
of your own mischeivous hand, /
The same thing that turns the mind back
to the novel recording sanguinary ad-
venture turns the mind back to the
country Office. There you have It And
that is the reason why 7 am 80 miles
from a railroad, with a country newspa-
per" Let this be answer to all who have
asked why.
Il cant help It"
It's a hard matter for me to tel one
con" from another. They all do look
alike to me. Although know there must
be a difference. BE that as II may, all
Washington hand presses look alike. The
one upon which the Chronoscope is print |
ed looks so much like the one 1 used to
stand behind, with face and hands daubed /
with ink. that 7 can almost hear from the !
other side Of the years gone the voice Of /
the pressman, who nearly always had /
black eye Monday mornings. and whose |
breath was usually laden with the bo-
quet Of itoxicants. His voice was not
soothing, and his remarks were usually /