Newspapers Should Have No Friends.

Every Issue Of The Paper Presents An Opportunity And A Duty To Say Something Courageous And True; To Rise Above The Mediocre And Conventional; To Say Something That Will Command The Respect Of The Intelligent, The Educated, The Independent Part Of The Community; To Rise Above Fear Of Partisanship And Fear Of Popular Prejudice. I Would Rather Have One Article A Day Of This Sort; And These Ten Or Twenty Lines Might Readily Represent A Whole Day's Hard Work In The Way Of Concentrated, Intense Thinking And Revision, Polish Of Style, Weighing Of Words.

The Post-dispatch Will Serve No Party But The People; Be No Organ Of Republicanism, But The Organ Of Truth; Will Follow No Causes Bit Its Conclusions; Will Not Support The Administration, But Criticize It; Will Oppose All Frauds And Shams Wherever Or Whatever They Are; Will Advocate Principles And Ideas Rather Than Prejudices And Partisanship.

Our Republic And Its Press Will Rise And Fall Together.

My Especial Object Is To Help The Poor; The Rich Can Help Themselves. I Believe In Self-made Men.

They Call Me The Father Of Illustrated Journalism. What Folly! I Never Thought Any Such Thing. I Had A Small Newspaper, Which Had Been Dead For Years, And I Was Trying In Every Way To Build Up Its Circulation. What Could I Use For Bait? A Picture, Of Course.