The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-04-24
EMILY CRAWFORD TELLS
HOW THE YELLOW PRESS
ORIGINATED IN Paris

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death of NJ Castor Carrie, project Of the
Cher. one OF it's most distinguished men,
bers and the republic of it's most de-
voted servants. He died of tuberculosis.
La Paix in which he had an interest,
his father-in-law having bought of Wilson
q number of shares, survived him and lived
, under another management through the
. Carnot presidency. 1t never paid its ex-
penses. Nor did the SoleI pay in direct
way. But IL made money through NJ. Roll
land Gosselin, a great fnancier father-in-
law of NJ. Herve, and by holding briefs for
financial companies and royalist preten-
ders. 1t from La Paix that Herye
borrowed the idea of large daily journal,
and lie Solell suggested the Daily Mail TO
Harmsworth. LIE Petit Journal and La
Lanterne already existed before CASTOR
Carrie found relief from starvation In jour
nalism but each OF these papers was not
larger than woman's pocket handkerchief.
given Europe, and, | hear, America the
yellow press. was my whilom debtor for
20 francs. CASTOR carrie. Perhaps mad
Carlo not borrowed of me the trifiing sum
i mention. but a great sum for one who
had not had meal for two days, the
Harmsworth evolution might have been
delayed another ten or fifteen years until
the world was better prepared for dirt
cheap papers.
The President and Nine. Loubet spent the
Easter holidays at the chateau he pur-
chased last year near the farm where his
mother-nOw eighty-seven-still lives and
thinks she farms He arrived there on the
over with his two sons to see her. The rel
atives who stay with her do not allow her
TO know of the conflict between the Combes
government. which is becoming acute and.
going on TO the abrogatfon OF the concor-
date and the disestablshment of the
church.
INVITATION TO LOUBET.
A smart saying of the King of Italy,
when he, by word of mouth, invited NJ.
Lsabet TO be his guest in the eternal city.
was: DO come TO see me, NJ. lie President,
in Rome. / can promise you better re-
ception than any monarch ever met with.
All my friends will be delighted to welcome
you and my enemies far more So"
When the King of Italy came to Paris
the French government presented him as
souvenir a precious collection of medals,
plaques and medallions. The Italians. as a
return gift. have prepared marvellous edi-
ton of THE Triumphs'' of Petrarch for
NJ Loubet, which will be presented to him
in Rome.
The choice of the present shows a deli
cate perception of the fitness of things.
rPetrarch. one of the most illustrious per-
sonifications OF Italian genius, graduated
at the University of Montpelier as did
Dante at that at Paris, and he inhabited
for years Avignon which pulsated in
Provence. then the most brilliant part of
Europe, Intellectually speaking. Petrarch
found at the fountain or NaucluSe as Strlk-
ing contrasts as Egypt offer. That
fountain was as nurse To his genius.
The castle in which Petrach abode is re-
fiected in the lovely River Sorgues, which
at times is of the most fascinating tinge of
emerald green, fiecked with the white foam
OF breakers. The task of illustrating this
edition OF The Triumphs" has been con-
fided To the first artists of Italy and is to
contain portraits of himself and Laura,
and pictures of Avignon, still in some parts
medieval city, of Vaucluse and Mont
pellier and Arqua.
We hear less of THE Triumphs" of
Petrarch than his sonnets. None the less,
Italian scholars think them the master
piece OF the poet They have the autumn
tinge so beautiful TO behold and yet sad
dening. The tone is one of deep philosophy,
mellowed by personal experience and con-
scious OF the evolutions the writer's higher
faculties have undergone. Petrarch sings of
the triumph OF love over man. whose sense
OF the realities of life and whose will tri-
umph I'm their turn over that passion.
Death come in turn to triumph over both.
Fame conquers death. time triumphs over
fame, and eternity triumphs over time. All,
therefore, is vanity but there is no bitter
ness OF spirit. Byron must have read over
and over again this poem before he wrote
"Childe Harold" EMILY CRAWFORD.