The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, read more

The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a
chair,
His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his
head,
His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

You (reporters) should have printed what he meant, not what he said.

You (reporters) should have printed what he meant, not what he said.

When found, make a note of.

When found, make a note of.

There aren't any embarrassing questions -- only embarrassing answers.

There aren't any embarrassing questions -- only embarrassing answers.

Try to be conspicuously accurate in everything, pictures as well as text. Truth is not only stranger than fiction, it read more

Try to be conspicuously accurate in everything, pictures as well as text. Truth is not only stranger than fiction, it is more interesting.

I hope we never live to see the day when a thing is as bad as some of our newspapers read more

I hope we never live to see the day when a thing is as bad as some of our newspapers make it

I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News read more

He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
News from all nations lumbering at his back.