Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-03-31

the proposition to pay the same high honor to
Mr.. Deitz.
Not even the Bible is safe from typograph.
ical errors Anyway, there were centuries
during which they crept, climbed and intruded
into the fold. In the "Placemakers' Bible"
the ninth verse of the fifth chapter of
Matthew reads as follows: Blessed are the
placemakers for they shall be called the chill
dren of God" The "Unrighteous Bible" ex-
claims, Know ye not that the unrighteous
shall inherit the Kingdom of God?" There
were typograp phical errors in those days, and
David posthumously and pathetically com
planned that "the printers princes) have per-
secuted me without cause" 1t should have
been job.
We have drifted far from newspaperdom in
this depression the Bible, but have returned
to it with the reference to Job. And didn't
we promise, some paragraphs ago. to defend
the composing room? For truly, as regards
yourself gentle reader, composing room and
editorial department are in the same boat (or
building, if you want to be precisel. In con-
clusion therefore quote little dissertation
from the Toronto Republican:
Other Than Typographical
Every week the paper-this paper or any
other paper-has typographical errors; and
there is always some one ready to laugh mirth-
lessy over 1t and hold the paper up to scorn
and say a blacksmith could do a better job
with both hands tied, and proceed 10 bawl out
the editor publicly. And the editor, being meek
in spirit and lowly grins a sun-grn as IL he
liked it. because he knows the utter futility
of explaining. Then he goes. back to the shop
and bites nail in two or eats a woody worm
to relieve his feelings; and finally wonders
how his tormentors would feel should he turn
critic and point out the typographical errors,
so to speak, in the makeup of the hilarious
ones. Furrnstance: Hon. Jehu Junkins shaves
himself and last Sunday appeared at church
with patch of unshaven whiskerS under the
angle of his jaw the size of a grown mans
thumb! Sis Stiggins had her hat on crooked
and the shoestring on her switch showed
through what little real hair she has left. The
underskirt of the Belle of the Village hung
on one side full inch below the bottom of
her dress; Amri Toots, one of our best known
city gents. walked down the aisle with long
ravellng hanging in his coat tail; old Ebenezer
Stone had blacked the front compartment of
his shoes until he could see his reflection in
them, while his shoe heels had not had
treatment since he bought them last summer.
and they bore traces and the odor of the
barnyard. Billy B. Damn, who ordinarily
doesn't give three whoops for anything and
doesn't care who knows it, bushed rosy red
when, walking with his best girl, he produced
a washrag from his pocket instead of his
handkerchief; Miss Peacy Peacherino, who is
risin' 35 and near-sighted, waited kiss TO a
travelling man getting on the train under. the
impression that 1t was her brother, who de-
parted from our midst on the same common
carrier AS the poet remarked, we are all
poor critters and prone to errors OF makeup
even as the sparks fly upward; and all good
and true editors, instead of mpalng the kit
and bundle on his harpoon to get good and
even once for all. will again next week smile
his feeble sun-grin when he is publicly roasted
and let it go at that An editor hasn't much
sense, anyway. That's why he is editor"