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?

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

Journalism - an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

Journalism - an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

Journalism is the first rough draft of history.

Journalism is the first rough draft of history.

The great art in writing advertisements is the finding out a
proper method to catch the reader's eye; without read more

The great art in writing advertisements is the finding out a
proper method to catch the reader's eye; without which a good
thing may pass over unobserved, or be lost among commissions of
bankrupt.

Miscellanists are the most popular writers among every people;
for it is they who form a communication between the read more

Miscellanists are the most popular writers among every people;
for it is they who form a communication between the learned and
the unlearned, and, as it were, throw a bridge between those two
great divisions of the public.

If the newspapers of a country are filled with good news, the jails of that country will be filled with read more

If the newspapers of a country are filled with good news, the jails of that country will be filled with good people.

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.

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.