People's Pilot, Volume 2, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 February 1893 — Why One Man Failed. [ARTICLE]

Why One Man Failed.

They were talking abodt newspaper work the other evening. The oldest man in the party, who is now doing something in the real estate line, said that he had tried newspaper writing when he was not fitted for the business and had given it up. “I was always called a good ! writer at college,” he said, “and I thought I had a good style. ! When I began work for myself I got employment with a circus manager. “ ‘Can you write?’ he aske d “ ‘I can,’ I said. “ ‘Well, I want a two-sheet poster that’ll catch the town. Write one for me.’ “And this is what I wrote, as nearly as I recollect : “This is the last week that Mr. Sawdust’s great circus will be in the city and every one should visit it at once. * It offers to the public a number of admirable features, including several amusing clowns and many cleverly trained trick animals. The ring performance is highly creditable, and consists of various acts by the aforementioned clowns and animals. There will be a number of interesting races between elephants and dogs, ridden by trained monkeys. Mile. Comehigh, who has done very good work abroad, executes a dance on the bare back of a running horse and jumps through some ignited papercovered hoops. Children and clergymen will enjoynhe collection of wild beasts in the menagerie. The whole will conclude with an enjoyable exhibition of the Siege of New Orleans, the effect of which will be heightened by fireworks. Admission will be 50 cents for adults, children half price.” “That*was about it. I turned it in and smiled, for I thought I had done well. The manager differed from me in a coarse and profane way, but for some reason he didn’t discharge me. He hired an ignorant man to write a new poster, and set me to work selling tickets. I stayed with him three /seasons —until he went out of business—and at the end Qf that time I was one of the most proficient circus poster writers in the business. “After he sold out I sought employment in a newspaper office, got it, and was set to work. My first job was reporting, a fire in the Bowery. I can remember only the first part of my report. It started out in this fashion: “The grandest exhibition of the fire fiend ever given. Thousands of spectators thrilled by the grand and overpowering scene. The untold wealth of the Indies was threatened at an early hour last evening by a grand and unparalleled holocaust at the corner of Bowery and Grand street. This great and throbbing outcry of robust and living humanity was halted in its course. The streets were packed. The sidewalks were jammed. The flames started in the basement of the doomed building, and creeping stealthily up the air-shaft, burst out, amid the wild, hoarse cries of the multitude, from the windows. Higer aud higher they rose, now licking the pale sky with their blood red tongues, now sweeping downward and enveloping in their tierjr embrace the neighboring chimneys. It was a Sight of a lifetime, and the crowd looked oh with bated breath.” “While I was writing the city editor came around and looked over my shoulder. “‘What was the damage?’ he asked, when he had read this far, “ ‘About $5,000,’ I said. . “ ‘Any lives lost?’ “ ‘None,’ I answered. I “ ‘All right,’ he said. ‘I guess you needn’t finish this thrilling tale.’ p “ ‘All right, sir, 1 “ ‘And by the way,’ he added, as I was putting on my hat., ‘you needn’t come bank to-morrow. You need a rest after that effort. Suppose you take a year or so, at your own expense. „ Goodnight!” “The next day I went into the real estate business.”—New York Recorder,

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