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March 6, 1914: Helen and Warren’s cheerless trip

Posted by: Ben Welter under Minnesota History Updated: December 20, 2012 - 6:28 PM
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Mabel Herbert Urner’s serialized accounts of a fictional New York couple began appearing in the Minneapolis Tribune in July 1910. The first piece, “The Disillusionment of the Honeymoon – The Eighth Day,” bore this editor’s note:
 
 
  Mabel Herbert Urner
This is the first article of a series by Mabel Herbert Urner, the author of “The Journal of a Neglected Wife,” which will show the way disillusionment comes to the bride after marriage. This disillusionment, which begins almost at the altar, will be shown in its various stages during the honeymoon and during the early part of the married life of the average young couple. The other articles of this series will appear on this page in later issues of the paper.
 
The articles appeared in the Tribune once or twice a week for the next four years. The headlines document the stormy relations between an unremittingly cruel husband and his obsequious wife.

HELEN UNWISELY PERSISTS IN ASKING THE SAME QUESTION IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS – Jan. 13, 1912

HELEN TRIES ON AN EXPENSIVE FRENCH EVENING GOWN AND IS TRANSFORMED – Feb. 2, 1912

WARREN'S MOTHER CALLS AND STRONGLY DISAPPROVES OF HELEN'S ROOMER – March 4, 1912

HELEN WONDERS IF, AFTER ALL, LIFE GIVES HAPPINESS ONLY IN MOMENTS – March 20, 1912

HELEN IS ATHRILL WITH EXCITEMENT AT THE PROSPECT OF A TRIP ABROAD – June 20, 1912

HELEN PACKS HALF THE NIGHT BEFORE THEY SAIL, BUT FORGETS MANY THINGS – June 22, 1912

WARREN LEAVES HELEN ON THE DECK ALONE AND SPENDS HIS TIME IN THE SMOKING ROOM – July 6, 1912

TO HELEN’S DISCOMFORT, WARREN RETURNS THE ENAMEL WARE WITH A CURT LETTER – Dec. 12, 1912

WARREN WANTS THE WINDOWS CLOSED, SO HELEN SLEEPS ON THE FRONT ROOM COUCH – Feb. 26, 1913
 
By the end of the serial’s run in the Minneapolis Tribune in June 1914, the overbearing Warren was still grunting, scowling and snorting, but he had begun to soften a bit, addressing Helen as “dear” and sounding as if he meant it as an endearment. The shift might be attributed to a change in the author’s life: In 1912, Mabel Herbert Urner married Lathrop C. Harper, a collector of rare books and incunabula. Their marriage lasted until Lathrop’s death 38 years later. And the syndicated series, which is said to have been based on the marriage, lasted nearly as long, appearing in more than 100 U.S., Canadian and British newspapers until 1944.
 
This piece, which appeared in the Minneapolis Tribune in March 1914, is representative of the series' early years.
 

THEIR MARRIED LIFE

 
They Have a Cheerless Trip to a Suburban Town on a Dismal Rainy Night.
 
By Mabel Herbert Urner.
 
“Look, dear, isn’t that a restaurant over there?”
 
Warren shifted the dripping umbrella and peered across the dimly lit, rain-driven village street.
 
Dairy lunch room” in a tone of disgust, as he caught a glimpse of the cash register and marble topped tables through the glass door. “We were driveling idiots not to eat before we started. Stand a mighty slim chance of getting anything around here.”
 
But whatever the discomforts of the dinner and evening, Helen felt free from all blame, for Warren had planned this trip.
 
Several weeks before he had said not to make any engagement for the 15th, as they were going up to Milford to see Jack Maxwell in an amateur play. It was so unlike Warren to attend an affair of this kind that Helen had not taken it seriously. But that morning at breakfast he told her to meet him at 5:30; that they would take an early train and get dinner at Milford.
 
“We’ll not go if it rains?” protested Helen, looking at the gray, threatening sky.
 
“Rain? Think I’d let a little rain keep me from seeing “Max’ make a fool of himself? Not much.”
 
But now, as they splashed through the dark, rain-swirled streets, with the prospect of a dairy lunch room dinner, Warren’s ardor was dampened.
 
“There, that’s more like it,” as now two signs, “Milford House grill” and “Café” shone out cheerfully ahead. “We can at least get something to drink there.”
 
Helen Gleeful.
 
“Oh, it’s an old fashioned country hotel,” exclaimed Helen gleefully, as they went up the steps. “Just the kind of place I hoped we’d find.”
 
It was an old frame house, built on colonial lines, and the wide center hall was used as an office.
 
A man, evidently the proprietor, pleased at having guests on so rainy a night, came from behind the desk with a hospitable “Good evening.”
 
“Can you give us something to eat?” asked Warren, ramming his dripping umbrella into a stand by the door.
 
“Yes, sir, certainly,” leading them into the dining room, which was empty and dark except for a single gas jet. Hastily he lit up the center chandelier and turned to Warren with an apologetic, “It’s a little late for our regular supper, sir, but we can give you anything you want.”
 
“What have you got that’s good?” for Warren knew that “whatever you want” in a village hotel meant a choice of but two or three things.
 
“Nice sirloin steak, sir, or we can broil you a chicken.”
 
Warren ordered a steak and French fried potatoes, his standard order when in doubt about the culinary resources of a place.
 
Helen, always interested in the atmosphere of rooms and places, was absorbed in “looking around.”
 
The wallpaper was a cheerful flowered red and white, the floor was covered with linoleum and a dingy red carpet. Over the mantel hung some colored coaching and hunting scenes.
 
“Haven’t any too much time – that show’s supposed to begin and 8:15. Hope they hurry along that steak,” as Warren drained his cocktail.
 
Helen had been making futile efforts to “fix” her hair, which was almost down from the constant joggling of Warren’s umbrella against her hat. As they were alone in the dining room, she now went over to the mantel mirror, but found that her pocket comb was not in her handbag.
 
“O, I’ve lost my comb – what shall I do? I can’t go to that place with my hair like this!”
 
“Now, never mind the primping – here comes the steak!”
 
Helen went back to the table with the uncomfortable feeling a woman always has when her hair is loose and no re-thrusting of hair pins will help.
 
“How’s that?” demanded Warren, who had carved into the steak and now held up a piece with critical approval. “Pretty good sirloin, eh? Done enough for you?”
 
“Oh, yes; plenty.”
 
Potatoes Good.
 
The potatoes were not the ordinary soggy “French fried,” but were browned to a golden turn, smoking hot and deliciously mealy inside.
 
“Knew we’d get good plain food here,” declared Warren with satisfaction. “Never order any fancy stuff at a place like this.”
 
Their table was by a window and now, through the rain-blurred glass, Helen saw the colored lights of a drug store across the street.
 
“Dear, I know they have combs over there. When we’re through, can’t you run over and get me one?” pleadingly. “It won’t take a minute.”
 
“Now, we’ve got no time to fool. Shove your hair up under your hat. Who’s going to notice you anyway?”
 
“But I’ll have to take my hat off, won’t I?”
 
“How do I know?” with a shrug. “I’ve never been to one of these church shows. But I’d go anywhere to see Max try to act. They’ve been rehearsing this dope for about six months. He’s been spouting about it ever since – the ‘to be or not to was’ style.”
 
“ ‘To be or not to was!’ “ laughed Helen. “I never heard that before. But I didn’t know it was a Shakespearian play.”
 
“It’s not. But he’s got an idea he can act and he’s studying on the side. That’s the joke – he really thinks he can act. Ha! Ha!” Warren threw back his head with his deep laugh. “Maxwell’s a mighty fine fellow – but act! O, say, it’s going to be rich!”
 
The waitress came up now with solicitous inquiry.
 
“No I guess that’s about all we’ll have time for. You can bring the check. How about tipping her” as she disappeared. “Shall I risk it? She looks to me like the proprietor’s wife.”
 
But Helen was much too worried about her hair to be concerned about the status of the waitress.
 
Helen Seeks Relief.
 
“Dear, I’m going to run over to that drug store for a comb. I’ll be back before you get the change.”
 
Unheeding the protest Warren roared after her, Helen darted out through the office and across the street. She had not waited to take the umbrella, but the rain had slackened some.
 
The drug clerk, who was weighing out cough drops, looked up in mild surprise as she entered with a breathless:
 
“A comb! Any kind of pocket comb.”
 
The next moment she had the comb, a cheap 10-cent one in a leatherette case, and was darting back.
 
“Have you a dressing room here?” she asked of the waitress who was now making change from the cash drawer in the office.
 
“Yes, ma’am, right up the stairs to your left.”
 
The first door was ajar and Helen pushed it open. But it was a bedroom, a country hotel bedroom with the musty odor that comes from such a room, shut up on a rainy night. Across the hall was a sort of parlor with cheap upholstered furniture and further on was the dressing room.
 
Before the small cracked mirror, which hung over an unvarnished table, she quickly took down her hair, braided and coiled it securely. Then with a feeling of immense relief that she could now enjoy the evening she hurried down.
 
Warren, already in his overcoat, was waiting with a savage scowl.
 
“Know what time it is? Ten after 8! You never go anywhere that you’re not everlastingly powdering and fixing up! It’s your blamed conceit. Think everybody’ll be looking at you instead of the stage, do you?”
 
“Why, dear,” ventured Helen unhappily, “my hair was almost down.”
 
The proprietor, who had directed Warren how to reach the church where the play was being given, now followed them out with a final:
 
“Three blocks straight ahead and then to the left.”
 
At the first crossing, with a splash Helen stepped into a puddle.
 
“Look where you put your feet,” growled Warren.
 
Then as she glanced down at her spattered skirt she stopped short with a dismayed:
 
“Oh!”
 
“Now what’s the matter?”
 
Another Mishap.
 
“Oh, nothing, only I – I must have left my overshoes under the table. But it doesn’t matter,” hastily, “they’re old ones – and these shoes are heavy.”
 
Without a word Warren switched her around, and in grim silence marched her back to the hotel. At the gate she broke away from him and ran ahead, through the office and into the dining room, where her overshoes were still under the table.
 
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” as she joined him breathlessly. “But we won’t be late if we hurry, will we? These things never begin on time.”
 
Without deigning an answer, Warren strode on so fast that Helen had almost to run to keep under the umbrella. One of her overshoes was loose and, when she stopped to stamp it on, he jerked his arm away and stalked on ahead.
 
She caught up with him but her overshoe was still loose, and as they crossed the street it came off in the mud.
 
“What the devil’s the matter now?” savagely, as she turned to look for it.
 
“One of my overshoes came off,” falteringly. “But we won’t stop to look for it.”
 
“No, by George, we won’t! You’ve done about enough to queer this evening. Now come on!”
 
It's hard to tell if "disillusionment" was on the minds of these Minnesota newlyweds in about 1912. (Image courtesy of mnhs.org)

 

Oct. 7, 1906: 'Vampire rats' terrorize Minneapolis chickens

Posted by: Ben Welter under Minnesota History, City streets Updated: December 7, 2012 - 7:02 PM
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Perhaps an experienced exterminator can identify the blood-sucking, kangaroo-like rats described in this Minneapolis Tribune story.
 

COMPLAIN OF REIGN
OF VAMPIRE RATS

 

CHICKEN RAISERS WORRIED BY NEW SPECIES OF RODENT.
 
Has Appearance of Kangaroo and Attacks Ducks and Turkeys.
 
IMMUNE FROM POISON AND EVEN RESENTS THE APPEARANCE OF HUMANS.
 
Has Minneapolis been visited by a colony of vampire rats and are they propagating a new and foreign breed? are the questions which Minneapolis people are beginning to ask, and which many of them answer for themselves in the affirmative from experience.
 
The discovery that rats were acting very peculiarly, was first made by the chicken fanciers. There are more of this class of people in Minneapolis than in any other city of its size in the country and they breed more high priced fowl than any western city.
 
Poultrymen assert that while chicks are liable to be carried off by rats, when they get of a good broiler size, they are safe. But this season it is different. Rats not only have been killing full grown chicks during the night, but they have been seen to leap upon chickens in the daytime. Stephen Conlow, a North Minneapolis breeder, tells of these rats dragging down a full grown duck, and Mart E. Cressing, an East Side fancier, asserts that they even have seized his young turkeys.
 
FEED ON YOUNG TURKEYS.
 
“I heard a commotion one day in the yard,” he said, “and there was a young turkey thrashing about the yard with two rats hanging to its neck. I ran into the yard and drove them away and found that they had sunk their teeth into the back of the turkey’s neck and had been sucking the blood. The turkey was strong, but the wounds poisoned it, and swelled its head and I had to kill it. The worst of it is, these rats won’t be poisoned, for they refuse to eat raw meat or cheese that has been fixed for them.”
 
Several poultry fanciers are going out of the business entirely because they cannot fight these queer animals, which they say are too cunning for them. One man reports only a dozen chicks left to grow to maturity out of 233, all carried off by rats in spite of his precaution.
 
“I have never seen rats like them,” said one North Minneapolis fancier. “I have had rats that were easy to handle, but I never heard of this kind until Mrs. Turnbull, who lives near me, told of rats that killed grown chickens, roosters and hens. I couldn’t believe it, but she assured me that she had to shut hers up in barrels over night to protect them. Then finally they attacked my colony.
 
RAT THREW CHICKEN.
 
“One day I heard a flopping out in the yard, and saw a big broiler, one of my best chicks, flopping as if his neck had been run. I found that a rat had thrown it. I drove it away, and it retreated a short distance, and blinked at me. The struggles of the chick had ceased before I picked it up. I plucked it to find how it was injured and found teeth holes at each side of the back of the base of the neck. The rat had broken the spinal [cord] and sucked the blood until the chicken dropped from weakness. I have found many killed in the day time this year and all have the spinal [cord] broken.
 
“I want to tell another peculiar thing about these rats. I have watched them about the yard, and they are afraid of nothing. They will lay in wait for sparrows, as a cat does, and leap for them when they get near, and I have seen more than one caught by them. I can’t catch them nor poison them. They seem to disappear no one knows where, when they want to sleep.”
 
LOOK LIKE KANGAROOS.
 
People who have been troubled with them, say they are different from the ordinary rat. They are not as large, are rather lean and long, have tails, which are more than usually large at the base. Their ears are quite long, and their eyes piercing and large, and they run by a series of bounds, instead of the close travel of the ordinary rat.
 
Mr. Johnson, a fireman in the department, asserts that his experience with the rats are that when they get hungry they always prefer animal food to the extent of eating the family shoes when they can’t get meat. He says they don’t seem to care for bread and cheese, and poison they simply turn up their nose at.
 
“I have driven them from my place,” said one poultryman, speaking of the rat question. “They don’t seem to live in sewers. I take chopped liver and lay it in the center of a large board square, say four feet square. I sprinkle the board around it with potash. They come to get the nice juicy meat, and get the potash on their feet. It burns and they lick it off, and that kills. I advise every one to try it. After I did, my chickens were unmolested. Of course you have to put the potash where the chickens won’t get it.”
 
Rattus norvegicus -- known as Mus decumanus in the early 1900s -- also had a taste for poultry. (Image courtesy of Kurt Stueber)

 

Jan. 1, 1889: The life of a night editor

Posted by: Ben Welter under Minnesota History, Newspapers Updated: December 19, 2012 - 10:26 AM
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More than a century ago, “all ‘copy’ of every description” passed through the hands of the Minneapolis Tribune’s night editor. It was a critical job in the production of the morning newspaper. But the workload was heavy, the pressure relentless, the technology primitive and the hours abominable. Here’s our third installment of the Tribune’s two-page spread on “TO MAKE A PAPER.”
 

THE NIGHT EDITOR.

 
The Problem of Seven Columns of Matter and Five Columns of Hole.
 
After the managing editor has compared the morning TRIBUNE with its contemporaries, has had a consultation with the business and editorial departments, and has mapped out in detail the size and character of the paper to be issued on the following morning, he is supposed to go home, and the detail of his plans is executed by the night editor, who is at his desk by 7 o’clock p.m. and is on duty until the papers are in the hands of the carriers. All “copy" of every description passes through the hands of the night editor for final supervision. After receiving his orders from the managing editor the night editor must be ready to take up the different threads of the work. Often the proprietors and editors are home or out of town when matters that may favorably or injuriously affect the policy or pocketbook of the paper must be instantly decided. The managing editor having ascertained the amount of advertising and determined the size of the paper, the first thing that the night editor does when he comes on duty is to assign reading space to the departments. If it is to be a seven-column eight-page TRIBUNE, and there are 24 columns of advertising, after ascertaining the needs of the departments and the allotment of space would be made something like this:
 
Telegraph, 10 columns.
Sporting, 1½ columns.
St. Paul, 3 columns.
Editorial, 4 columns.
Markets, 4 columns.
Railroads, 1½ columns.
Political, 2 columns.
City news, 6 columns.
Advertising, 24 columns.

This schedule would, of course, vary from day to day and must be enlarged when the 20-page SUNDAY TRIBUNE is issued.
 
 
  "THE NIGHT EDITOR AT WORK."
Having assigned the space, the night editor is held responsible for seeing that no department exceeds the space allotted and is made responsible for the issuance of the paper in time for the earliest mail trains and carriers. During the night the night editor must also answer all queries addressed to the managing editor and must often take the responsibility of ordering or declining news of importance. It often happens that when 10 columns have been allotted to telegraph, that something unexpected occurs of so much importance that it is necessary to publish 15 columns of telegraph. The night editor must then revise his schedule and must always keep the printers supplied with copy and at the same time must see that no more copy is sent than will fill the space.
 
When the last piece of copy has been put into type, about 2:55 a.m., it is the duty of the night editor to then go to the composing room and superintend the “make-up,” which is under the direction of the foreman. The most important piece of news must be selected, and given the most important position in the paper. The night editor must instantly dictate on which page and on what part of the page each important department or item must be placed. Often it is necessary to rewrite a head, or cut out a paragraph from an article after it is in type and this must be done quickly and with judgment while reading from the type. Again, after the type is all in place, and the pages are made up with due regard to symmetry and mechanical effect, important news is suddenly received. This necessitates quick work, and a rapid tearing up and re-arrangement of the pages.
 
During the night the TRIBUNE night editor receives on an average 100 messages over the TRIBUNE special wires offering news for publication. This news must be accepted or declined according to its importance to the TRIBUNE constituency, as viewed by the judgment of the editor. The news bulletins as received read like this:
 
1.     Washington – Miss Francis Willard asks Mrs. Cleveland to continue her crusade against the bustle – 200.
2.     Boston – Suicide and double murder – 150.
3.     New York – Mayor Hewitt writes a letter to Gov. Hill criticizing Cleveland – 500.
 
The figures denote the number of words that the correspondent desires to send. After weight the bulletins in the seat of judgment, the answer is sent. “Yes, No. 1,” or “Send 250 words, No. 3.”
After the city editor and the heads of other departments have gone home, it is sometimes necessary to prepare news or make editorial comment on that received late, and this work is done by the night editor.
 
When it is finally decided which articles go into the paper and which are to be left out, and the last page has gone from the stereotyping room to the press room, the night editor fills out the blank spaces in his printed report to the managing editor. The report comprises the columns of different classes of matter, the hour that typesetting commenced, the hour that the last piece of copy was received from the several departments, the amount of type set during the night, the time that the last page was sent to the stereotyping room the number of editions printed, the amounted of advertising or reading matter left out, etc.
 
When this is done, at 4 o’clock a.m. or later, the night editor is ready to go home.
 
 

Jan. 1, 1889: What does a managing editor do?

Posted by: Ben Welter under Minnesota History, Newspapers Updated: November 30, 2012 - 4:16 PM
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More than a century ago, the managing editor at a “great morning paper like the Tribune” had a great many responsibilities. He spent a few hours each day just opening mail, dictating letters, fending off job applicants and pacifying “cranks,” all without the aid of a BlackBerry. The Tribune explains:
 

THE MANAGING EDITOR.

 
Some of the Duties and Pleasures of His Position Briefly Outlined.
 
The managing editor, if he would serve his employers and the public well, must have absolute authority in his domain. His orders must be as instantly and unhesitatingly obeyed as though he were a general in command on the field of battle. He has under his direction hundreds of correspondents and sub-editors, and his field of conquest is the world.
 
To give an intelligent idea of the detail of the work of the managing editor of a newspaper like the TRIBUNE would require a summary of the work performed by all other editors and employes as given in the subdivisions of this article, for a managing editor, other than in name, must be thoroughly familiar with every department of newspaper publication, executive, editorial and mechanical. It is not only necessary to know how to plan his own work, and the work of others, but it is equally necessary to know whether the work has been expeditious, economically and intelligently performed.
 
The managing editor is responsible for the general excellence of the newspaper to which he contributes his services. He can in his profession have no friends or favorites, and while always insistent that justice be done, must see to it that everybody renders the best service that the compensation paid could be supposed to procure.
 
In the TRIBUNE office the managing editor arrives at his office about 9 o’clock a.m., and first consults the editor-in-chief and “the old man” in the business department. From them he receives instructions and suggestions as to the policy and plans for the day’s paper. An hour or two is then spent in carefully reading the morning issue and in comparing the work in every department with that to be found in other newspapers. By 11 o’clock special telegraphic directions have been sent out to perhaps a dozen correspondents telling them how to “cover” the important news events of the day that can be anticipated. From 11 to 12:30 the stenographer and typewriters are kept busy putting in proper form from 10 to 50 rapidly dictated letters. After lunch there is usually a delegation of callers that occupy the time for an hour or more. College graduate applicants for editorial positions have to be told that “there are no vacancies;” spring poets have to be gently but firmly dealt with; cranks have to be pacified; explanations have to be made to the persistent man with a “communication” or the woman with a “grievance.” The politician has to be impressed with the fact that all utterances and actions are judged solely from the news standpoint, and that as the TRIBUNE is not an organ the interview with himself that he has so kindly written out must go into the waste basket.
 
 
  "POPULAR IDEA OF A MANAGING EDITOR."
About 3 o’clock comes the serious work of laying the foundations for the plans for the morning paper. There is a consultation with the city editor, the editorial writers and the heads of departments. It is decided as far as possible which of the many items of news shall be given chief prominence, and the editor in chief is informed of the principal news to be published, that he may direct the proper editorial comment to be made. Then comes an hour or two more of opening mail, dictating of telegrams and letters, the rapid reading of manuscripts and the perfecting of the details of the plans.
 
The Washington, New York and Chicago special correspondents are consulted by wire and instructions are given. Then the 200 or 300 Northwestern correspondents are given attention, and a suggestion is offered here and there as needed. About 6 o’clock the advertising solicitors have made their returns to the counting-room, and then it is decided whether tomorrow’s TRIBUNE shall be an 8, 10, 12, 16, 20, 24 or 28 page paper.
 
Incidental to all of this work there is a constant supervision of the expense account. The instructions must be such that there are no unnecessary expenses incurred in the preparation or transmission of news. The maximum of news must be served at a minimum of expense. The managing editor must have full authority to order to be spent $1,000 for the securing of a single piece of good exclusive news, and absolute authority to discharge any person who incurs unnecessary expense in securing unimportant or worthless news.
 
At 6 or 7 o’clock at night the work of issuing the morning TRIBUNE has been so well planned that the detail of execution can safely be trusted to subordinates. Then the managing editor goes home and returns to the office later in the night to see that instructions are being carried out. When he does retire, (for his day’s work has neither beginning nor end) it is with the consciousness that he will be held responsible for any mechanical defect in the paper or seeming lack of judgment in collecting, displaying or commenting upon its news. If there are any “scoops;” if there is a lack of sympathy between the editorial and news columns; if some offensive paragraph has escaped his blue pencil; if a correspondent has failed to do his duty or follow instructions; if his judgment in “O K-ing” certain articles has not been infallible; if a subscriber “kicks” or an advertiser is indignant, then the managing editor is blamed. The chief and the old man [the business manager] both take the TRIBUNE and read it every day.
 
On the other hand, if the TRIBUNE, as it always does, has two or three pieces of interesting and exclusive news, if its features are bright, its make up attractive, its editorials timely and appropriate; its influence great, its news service unexcelled and its earning capacity large, then the managing editor is sometimes complimented in a way which leads him to hope that his salary will be raised sometime.    

Jan. 1, 1889: How a great newspaper is made

Posted by: Ben Welter under Minnesota History, Newspapers Updated: November 20, 2012 - 9:21 PM
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  Part of a stereoscopic image of the Tribune building from about 1887. (Photo courtesy mnhs.org)
On the first day of 1889, the Minneapolis Tribune devoted two full pages that explained to readers “how a great morning paper” was made. The lengthy piece includes a lot of chest thumping. But it also features surprisingly amusing and incisive descriptions of the men – and one "editress" – who produced the paper. The business manager is described as “a grasping individual of stern and unbending demeanor.” The editor-in-chief is seen as both a “hard working man of keen and comprehensive intellect” and “a brainless dude who does nothing but draw his salary and smoke expensive cigars in a gorgeously appointed office.” The telegraph editor “can grasp detail and work with rapidity and accuracy.” The reporter is no fool and his “knowledge of human nature is superior.” More than a dozen delightful illustrations break up all that gray type.

I’ll post a few highlights tonight, and add more as time and energy allow. Be warned: A ponderous introduction, typical of the era, takes a while to find its focus. But it’s worth plowing through, if only for historical perspective, plus a detailed description of how many letters – 458,528, to be precise – were used in a single issue of The TRIBUNE. 
 

TO MAKE A PAPER.

The Process in All Its Details Fully and Completely Explained.
 
How a Great Morning paper Like the Tribune Gets out Its Editions from Day to Day.
 
Especial Work Done by the Editors Who Are at the Heads of the Many Departments.
 
A Glance at the Art Room and the Mechanical Part of Publishing a Morning Daily.
 
 
  Horace Greeley
The modern newspaper man will tell you that when Horace Greeley was doing the work of an apprentice in the little newspaper office at East Poultney, Vt., but little was known of journalism as it is seen at the present day. The boy printer strolled into the city of New York one day five years later, and with $10 in his pocket he commenced life as a journalist. His energy succeeded and 40 years later when Horace Greeley laid down his pencil for the last time and passed from among the army of fellow-workers around him, he left behind a monument of his building that told more eloquently than words of the wonderful progress that had been made in four decades in the newspaper world. Fifteen years have passed since Greeley died, and even the great advance that he saw has been eclipsed. The newspaper of today is a marvel. The reader who sits at his breakfast table in the morning and lays before him the reflex of a world’s doings, seldom remarks as to the enterprise, the money and the system that have been required to place it there. An Emperor in another country dies at midnight. At 7 o’clock in the morning the great army of newspaper readers in America know of the fact, and not only that but before them is a picture vividly drawn of the final scenes around and near the death bed. How was it done? The telegraph and cable played their part; but it was the perfect system that has been completed for the transmission and gathering of news that supplied the facts. All over Europe are stationed keen newspaper correspondents, who cooperate with the press bureaus or their newspaper, as the case may be. The general news of the country is gathered by bureaus known as the Associated Press and United Press. They are syndicates of newspapers who employ agents or reporters in every city in the country to gather news and report to the main offices in Chicago and New York, just as the reporter gathers news for a paper, except that nothing is sent that will not be of general interest the country over or in localities. From the general offices the news is sent to papers all over the country who are entitled to it after paying a large sum for the service.
 
The enterprise displayed in gathering some of the news can never be told. In some instances it amounts to heroism. This is especially true along the coast where only a brave man can act at the time of a terrible storm which is accompanied by wreckage. It is heroism of another sort that prompts the newspaper correspondent to invade the yellow fever district, that readers of the newspaper may know of the scenes of misery in the infected region. The news must be had, and there are hundreds of papers enterprising enough to get it, and men of nerve ready to undertake the most hazardous task.
 
 
 

The "most popular man of all" at a great newspaper was the business manager, whose desk was apparently home to bags of cash.

 

And what a product the newspaper is! The common eight-page paper that one casts carelessly aside is a book of 250 pages, and made in a night! It costs 5 cents, and is the reading book of the world. Millions scan it every day who never look on other print. In the United States the newspapers are read every year by over 8,000,000,000 people. Its wonderful influence is told in these figures.
 
In a brief statement of how a newspaper is made there is no place for a discussion of what a newspaper should be. In a mechanical way the newspaper office is the greatest workshop of the age, and nowhere is such system seen as within its precincts from the time the work begins each day until the last paper has been taken from the press and passed to the carrier, mail clerk or newsboy.
 
The TRIBUNE tells its readers in this issue how a newspaper is made, and pictures in detail how the machinery of human minds works in conjunction in the accomplishment of the task. There must be no jarring. The managing editor is an authority. The city editor and night editor are subordinate to him, but each have as important duties. The staff of reporters are under the control of the city editor, but they have individual responsibilities. As the rolls of copy come in from the telegraph room and the city editor’s room, it is sent into the composing room, where a large force is engaged in putting it in type. The average issue of the TRIBUNE is eight pages, containing 56 columns. Every night for such an issue there are picked up from the type cases 458,528 letters! Before the work of the next night begins those letters are replaced in the cases, each letter in its box, thus making the handling of 917,056 letters, singly, necessary each day to issue a copy of the TRIBUNE. An occasional error appears that has escaped the eye of the proof readers, and the “blunder” is criticized. Think what it is to put those half million pieces of metal in place every night, and it would not seem surprising if there were 10 errors where there is one.
 
And so the work is carried on. There is the advertising to be cared for in the counting room. The numerous “want ads” must be properly classified. How is it done? By the same system that prevails in the office from the editorial room to the press room, where the great rolls of paper are transformed into neat folios that are hurried away to outgoing trains and carriers. Not a train must be missed and not a subscriber must be deprived of his paper at breakfast. The hands of the clock in every room tell when each task must be finished, and there can be no deviation. If important news is coming or comes later than the closing hour it must be told in an extra.
 
The fast press in Greeley’s time has been transformed into an almost perfect machine. From its delivery pass 30,000 complete, folded papers an hour! There is probably a still great advance to come, but whether it comes or not, the modern newspaper office is a systematic workshop that accomplishes its work with ease when compare with even 20 years ago.
 
[There follows a description of the COUNTING ROOM, “The Business End of the Modern Paper.” We’ll skip straight to the brains of the operation.]
 
THE EDITOR-IN-CHIEF.
 
A Hard Working Man Who is Popularly Supposed to Live in Luxury.
 
One of the most important parts of the machinery of a great daily newspaper is the editorial department, which on account of the retiring modesty and unassuming manners of its members is least understood by the general mass of newspaper readers whose opinions on all public questions are formed by these midnight moulders of mental clay. It is this department which establishes the character of a paper and gives it its standing in the community.
 
Well and brightly conducted, the editorial department can make a poor newspaper popular and influential; just as, carelessly and weakly conducted, it can depreciate the value of the stock of a really first-class newspaper and plough deep furrows of care on the forehead of the business manager.
 
The foremost figure in this department is labeled the editor-in-chief. His position is both managerial and menial, because he is the nominal head of what is termed the “upstairs part” of a paper, just as the business manager is the nominal head of the “downstairs part,” and because his sense of duty compels him to do anything that any employe of the paper has left undone. As a general rule the editor-in-chief owns stock in the paper and maintains the relation of partner to the business manager. On account of the possession of stock he is allowed to draw a fat salary and to put on airs which are not permitted to those under him. Unfortunately for him he appears different to every one who comes in contact with him, and consequently varies in different minds from a hard working man of keen and comprehensive intellect to a brainless dude who does nothing but draw his salary and smoke expensive cigars in a gorgeously appointed office.
 
To the reporter the editor-in-chief seems a man of brilliant attainments, great good fortune and wonderful erudition, who sits in a superbly fashioned sanctum and dispenses advice to the leading magnates of the town, who go to him with uncovered heads to secure the favor of his opinion on all abstruse matters affecting their respective lines of business, whether they be railroad presidents, bankers, lawyers, real estate operators or clergymen. To the managing editor, his right bower and first lieutenant, he seems a rather necessary evil, who assumes all the credit for the good things in the paper and has a disagreeable way of criticizing all the workings of the news departments in a manner uncalled for and unnecessary.
 
To the business manager the editor is the embodiment of reckless extravagance, and a constant menace of ruin and disaster – a man who thinks no more of a $50,000 libel suit than he does of a $50 advertising contract, and who insists on expensive features and long special dispatches, as if special writers wrote for fun and telegraph tolls had gone out of style.
 
To his two or three associate editors, who fill most of the editorial space with careful and conscientious work, he seems a pleasant office fixture, who generally has on his desk a box of Havanas and who does not do much but talk real estate with long-winded bores, to their great annoyance, suggests live topics to them, which they have already discussed a number of times editorially, and occasionally write a vapid editorial, the authorship of which they are very much afraid will be attributed to them by their respective circles of admiring acquaintances.
 
 
  An editor in chief's gorgeously appointed office.
By the general public, the editor-in-chief is looked upon as a man who reports sermons and prize fights, who only goes to entertainments for the purpose of getting items “to fill his paper with,” who sets the type, edits the telegraph copy, reads proof, makes up the forms and then turns the crank on the press. His partner is supposed to write the advertisements and collect the bills.
 
But as a matter of fact, the editor-in-chief of a metropolitan daily is a man whose shoulders bear a heavy burden of responsibility. He is obliged to follow the current of discussion on public matters throughout the country, and must at the same time make himself master of all the intricacies of every local question. He has to decide quickly and correctly on the method of treatment of every matter of importance that arrives, and must investigate even the most technical matters with the utmost care in order that his utterances may be intelligent and to the point.
 
A part of his time is taken up in consultations with the managing editor about the advisability of securing certain matters of news or procuring certain features, while other portions have to be given to the base and sordid considerations of the business office in company with his partner. Besides this he has to find and assign subjects for editorials to his associate editors and then carefully read the copy they turn in, and when necessary mould the sentiments expressed so that they will agree with the policy of the paper. Not a small portion of the editor’s time is taken up by his correspondence, which is always extensive, and by receiving and conversing with the large number of people who call on him to suggest improvements, impart state secrets and valuable ideas, criticize editorials, solicit subscriptions to manufacturing enterprises and charities, and talk at length aimlessly on a thousand and one topics which are of no interest to either talker or talkee.
 
And so his wearisome but fascinating grind goes on from day to day. His hours run from 10 in the morning until 1 or 2 the next morning, and if he is ever idle he doesn’t know it. He is always busy and always occupied and always working, either as a student or as a teacher.
 
[Next up: THE MANAGING EDITOR, THE NIGHT EDITOR and THE CITY EDITOR.]
 

 

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