The Career of a JournalistB. W. Dodge, 1908 - 529 pages |
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... hours , and dreamed newspapers throughout the night . I lost interest in everything else . I lurked near the four temples of journalism which the city afforded - in the day time , near the offices of the two afternoon papers ; in the ...
... hours , and dreamed newspapers throughout the night . I lost interest in everything else . I lurked near the four temples of journalism which the city afforded - in the day time , near the offices of the two afternoon papers ; in the ...
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... hours remained until press time . These I spent in fever- ish anticipation . I went into several all - night res- taurants and ordered sandwiches , at which I only nibbled , and cups of coffee that I didn't drink . I patrolled the ...
... hours remained until press time . These I spent in fever- ish anticipation . I went into several all - night res- taurants and ordered sandwiches , at which I only nibbled , and cups of coffee that I didn't drink . I patrolled the ...
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... hour or more , But neither bloody side could make a score . " And yet Cadger doubted his own genius ! We gathered about him and sought to cheer him up , but he grew yet more morose . After a time we drew from him the cause . A love ...
... hour or more , But neither bloody side could make a score . " And yet Cadger doubted his own genius ! We gathered about him and sought to cheer him up , but he grew yet more morose . After a time we drew from him the cause . A love ...
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... hour , while he lay back lazily in a cushioned chair , with his legs crossed . He first gave me the usual Popu- listic statement that his party was going to save the country , and that was all I quoted . But to satisfy my own curiosity ...
... hour , while he lay back lazily in a cushioned chair , with his legs crossed . He first gave me the usual Popu- listic statement that his party was going to save the country , and that was all I quoted . But to satisfy my own curiosity ...
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... hour of three drew near , the operator turned to the sick and dying Journal reporters , and said he could send some of their account . He managed to get off a few hundred words in time to 46 The Career of a Journalist.
... hour of three drew near , the operator turned to the sick and dying Journal reporters , and said he could send some of their account . He managed to get off a few hundred words in time to 46 The Career of a Journalist.
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Page 124 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Page 404 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace — soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, . And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe...
Page 440 - THE work of Dr. Nares has filled us with astonishment similar to that which Captain Lemuel Gulliver felt when first he landed in Brobdingnag, and saw corn as high as the oaks in the New Forest, thimbles as large as buckets, and wrens of the bulk of turkeys. The whole book, and every component part of it, is on a gigantic scale. The title is as long as an ordinary preface : the prefatory matter would furnish out an ordinary book ; and the book contains as much reading as an ordinary library.
Page 365 - I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say: "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!" Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin
Page 55 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 83 - Kinsmen, hail ! We severed have been too long : Now let us have done with a worn-out tale. The tale of an ancient wrong. And our friendship last long as love doth last, and be stronger than death is strong.' " Answer them, sons of the self-same race. And blood of the self-same clan ; Let us speak with each other, face to face. And answer as man to man. And loyally love and trust each other as none but free men can.
Page 418 - It was soon discovered that the forms of a free, and the ends of an arbitrary, government, were things not altogether incompatible. The power of the crown, almost dead and rotten as Prerogative, has grown up anew, with much more strength, and far less odium, under the name of Influence. An influence, which operated without...
Page 123 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Page 54 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 84 - We severed have been too long; But now we have done with a worn-out tale, The tale of an ancient wrong, And our friendship last long as love doth last and be stronger than death is strong.