Year: 1874




HOW THE EDITOR READS THE pArER-H1s DAILY Aa
0NY AND SUFFERING DIRE. Noi


!, The sensation Of an editor on first glancine
over his paper and detecting errors are some
what different to those experienced by the
reader on making like discoveries. The latter
is either amused at the blunder or incensed at
the carelessness which caused it. and in both
cases arrives at the conclusion that the trouble
is avoidable, and that the editor is to blame for
not avoiding it. He never saw an editor take
his first glance over tho copy Of an edition.
Perhaps the edition is worked off before this
opportunity is afforded the weary man. He
has either trusted the proofs to some one else,
or read them himself, but the feeling of dread
is just as great in the latter as in the former
case. The proof-reader may not have consult
ed the copy and SO perpetrated the blunder Of
the compositor. and perhaps the compositor
may neglect to undo the wrong he has done,
although his attention may be plainly called to
it on the proof. When the editor is about to
make this preparatory survey, he does not take
q cigar in his mouth and elevate his heels to
the desk, as is the popular tradition. Dying
men don't do that way. you know, and We have
come to the conclusion that an editor examin
ing bis paper feels like man about to pass in
to eternity. He reads along carefully and
slowly, like a man feeling bis way across a
piece of doubtful ice Suddenly his face be-
comes distorted with an awful pain. He does
not cry out he doesn't rant; the anguish with
in him is 50 broad, deep, and intense, that he
dare not trust it to words He just simply
reaches up and rakes u handful of his own hair,
and tugs Mt it till the tears come to his eyes
Then he picks mp the paper. which he has taken
the precaution to kick across the room on dis.
covering the error, and resumes the torturing
search; for after all it is but search for err
rors and agony, and not an agreeable and in
structiye perusal Suddenly he groans-not
the expectant groan like from one who hopes
for help to reach him through it, but the groan
OF one who is beyond the reach Of hope, who
feels that the warm sunshine the kind glance
Of friendship the beautiful flower aud the song
Of the birds had gone forever and forever from
him. 1t is smothered eroan accompanied by
kick out Of the leg, as il the party had in
that moment taken leave Of all things earthly.
There is still another search with aching eyes
and throbbing brain. and then the paper is
smashed down on the floor, and the infurated
man bounds up from his chair, and puts both
hands in his hair, and dances round the room
like mad man. He does not call upon heaven
and earth to witness what he is going to do,
and to blight him ii he should not do it. He
doesn't dash into the composing room and
scorch the men with his wrath. Even this
slight relief is denied him. The paper is work
ed off, and the search that would cheerfully
find needle in haystack, falls parayzed IN
the search for the author of this great wrong.
He doesn't say anything at all-not single In.
teIligent word escapes his ashen lips, as he holds
his hair and prances about in the dngy solitude
of his room. And when he is done, he puts on
b;s hat and rushes forth into the street, rushes
anywhere to get away from the face OF man,
to get away from himself and everything be-
longing to himself--Danbury News