When found, make a note of.

When found, make a note of.

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.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having read more

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.

A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,
A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,
Condemn'd to drudge, the read more

A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,
A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,
Condemn'd to drudge, the meanest of the mean,
And furbish falsehoods for a magazine.

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in read more

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it.

Numerous politicians have seized absolute power and muzzled the
press. Never in history has the press seized absolute power read more

Numerous politicians have seized absolute power and muzzled the
press. Never in history has the press seized absolute power and
muzzled the politicians.

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords read more

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by
in silence that very large and powerful body which form the
fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.

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.

Great is journalism. Is not every able editor a ruler of the
world, being the persuader of it?

Great is journalism. Is not every able editor a ruler of the
world, being the persuader of it?