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I would . . . earnestly advise them for their good to order this
paper to be punctually served read more
I would . . . earnestly advise them for their good to order this
paper to be punctually served up, and to be looked upon as a part
of the tea equipage.
Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time read more
Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.
The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.
The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.
Generally speaking, the best people nowadays go into journalism, the second best into business, the rubbish into politics and the read more
Generally speaking, the best people nowadays go into journalism, the second best into business, the rubbish into politics and the shits into law
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
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How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
. . . .
Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
You (reporters) should have printed what he meant, not what he said.
You (reporters) should have printed what he meant, not what he said.
Journalism consists largely in saying 'Lord Jones died' to people who never knew Lord Jones was alive.
Journalism consists largely in saying 'Lord Jones died' to people who never knew Lord Jones was alive.
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.
Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost,
Who sums the treasure that it carries hence?
Torn, trampled read more
Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost,
Who sums the treasure that it carries hence?
Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost,
Star-eyed intelligence?
