Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 August 1892 — SHE’S EDITOR AND MANAGER. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

SHE’S EDITOR AND MANAGER.

A Kansas Woman Has Taken Charge of a Dally Political Organ. But few women have aspired to the management and editorial control of daily political papers, although those who have assumed such control have been successful. Last month, Mrs. Frank T. Lynch placed her name at the head of the Leavenworth (Kan.) Standard, and has taken active business and editorial management of that paper. Mrs. .Sara Blair Lynch, or Mrs. Frank T. Lynch, as she will hereafter be known, comes from a newspaper family. Her grandfather, Samuel Mcdary, was- the editor of the Ohio Statesman; afterward th.e Critic, published at Columbus, Ohio. In its day it' was' the organ of the Democratic party in the West, and 3Jt. Medary’s name was a talisman worn in the heart of every old-time Democrat. He was also Territorial Governor of Minnesota and afterward of Kansas. Mrs. Lynch’s father, General C. W. Lynch, has also been in editorial harness, having been editor and proprietor of the Democratic Standard of Georgetown, Ohio. Thus when the unexpected death of Frank T. Lynch, who was the friend of every man in Kansas, left the Leavenworth Standard without a head, that place was naturally assumed by Mrs. Lynch. Having been left a widow with two children, and the newspaper property, what so natural as that her inherited instincts should lead her to follow the path in which had walked grandfather, father, and husband. Mrs. Lynch was born in Leavenworth in October, 1862. She was educated at the Sacred Heart Convent in Cincinnati, and Completed her studies at Mrs. Piatt’s finishing

school at Utica, N. Y. She was married to Frank T. Lynch in Leavenworth in 1885. Mrs. Lynch is lady alternate from ltansas to the World’s Fair, though not yet called upon to act. ■ Apparent Failure. In an office adjoining a large can> ning factory may be found every morning a tall, bright-faced young woman busy with her pile of mail. She is interrupted from time to time by the approach of the overseer, to whom she gives orders, or of whom she asks advice. “Do you remember, ” she inquired of an old school friend who called one day to congratulate her ou her success in business, “how I wished to to a professor of bioiogv, and how 1 mourned over the failure of my plans? I have come to believe in failure, or rather to think that what we call failure is often only a step to success. ” Her story is an interesting one. Her father died suddenly, overcome by financial difficulties; aud the' girl of seventeen was compelled to leave college, and do something to support her family. She attempted writing for the magazines, but her articles were invariawy returned. The yard behind her mother’s house was filled with fruit-trees bearing abundantly. Her last hope seemed to hang there. She began canning and preserving, and found ready sale for her careful work. The next year she invented and began to manufacture an improved can, and by the time she was twenty-five years of age she competed successfully with the great canning companies of the country. At the breaking out of the war Louisa Alcott offered her services as a nurse, and started off for the Georgetown hospital “as if she were the son of the family going to war.” Before two months had passed she was taken terribly ill, and for weeks lay at the point of death. She never fully recovered her former health. Her brief hospital experience seemed one grand mistake. Convalescing, however, she began to write her “Hospital Sketches,” the result of personal feeling and observation, which to her surprise made a great hit, and showed her the vein in which she afterward became famous.

The late Professor Freeman, of England, whose work upon the Norman Conquest is one of the greatest monuments of English historical scholarship, competed when a young man with his classmates at Oxford for a prize essay. The subject given out was the, Effect 6i th'e 'Norman Conquest, ffftd it was a shbject about which he had been interested ever since he could think! at ail, “I had,” he said afterward, “the good luck hot to g'et th'd prize. Had I received' ft, I, might have been tempted 'Jo think I knew all about the matter. As it was I went on and learned about it.” Failure d6&5 hot' mean final defeat. There is something more to be feared than failure, aud that is the early success which deludes the recipient into trusting in anything but patient, persevering toil.—Youth’s Companion. When Bernhardt reached home she showed a mysterious box to a reporter and remarked: “That box is very dear to me. It is filled with American sand.” Thus is the English language murdered in its transmission ny cable. Every American, however, will be able to translate that word “sand” into the vernacular “dust.” John L Sullivan’s treasurer has been arrested, charged with embezzlement. John’s example being contagious, the treasurer took to knocking down the only thing he was good for—namely, the receipts. A complete buggy to sections was not long ago shipped from this country to Mexico by the parcel post.

MRS. FRANK T. LYNCH.