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Brushing Up Reporting

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Parent Issue
Day
25
Month
May
Year
1883
Copyright
Public Domain
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"Gilí." in The Judge. "Do jou need a reporter?" inquired a long, lean, lank youth, as lie entered the sanetuni, and formed rings of smoke fiom his eigarette. "You see I'm a genius, I am. Got a new idea; bound to make your paper sell. Engage me and your circulation will doublé in a week." "üur staft' is full," suggested the editor. "Ah, yes, saw two of 'em full around the corner just now. That's a joke," he yelled, gazing at the immobile face of the editor. "But to business. I've a new idea. You see this cast-iron way of reporüng is played out." "Oh, is il?" venturedtho editor. "To be sure. The public wants something now and original; something that will strike home. Now, here," he said, unfolding a copy of the paper, "here's an account of an accident to a little child. Just rcad it. See how dull it is. Probably a thousaudaccidents have been described in that way, and the public scarcely design to glauco it over. If [ was given such an accident to write up. I'd just throw m}-self. Now just see how I'd improve it. Do you think I wouldsay as this does: "A httle child of Joshua Squills was run over by an ash-cart vesterday, and is not cxpecl.ed to recover? No, sir. Now you jnst listen to thie: " 'lc is our mournful duty to record a terrible accident, by whicli a sweet young life is probably cmshed out oí existence. Yesterday ono of thc ruanv offspring of our csteemed fellow-citizen, Josluia Squills, Esq.. a regular subscriber to this journal, was precipitated to the roadway by a passing vehiclc wbich is used in the trausmission of refuse conl. and sustained injuries which were beyond the control of the most eminent physicians. The dear infant, it is feared. will soon be climbing the golden stairs. For of such is the kingdom of heaven.' "Now. there'sau articlc which would cause a sensation. Let me give you another oxample - " "Do you prefer thc ele vator or the stairway?" queried the editor, as he urose. "Good morning!" yelled the interesbing youth. "Don't trouble yourself; the stairway is good enough for me," And he made a rush for the door, but not in time to escape the projected boot.

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News