Newspapers Should Have No Friends.

The Power To Mould The Future Of The Republic Will Be In The Hands Of The Journalists Of Future Generations.

There Is Room In This Great And Growing City For A Journal That Is Not Only Cheap But Bright, Not Only Bright But Large, Not Only Large But Truly Democratic-dedicated To The Cause Of The People Rather Than That Of The Purse Potentates-devoted More To The News Of The New Than The Old World-that Will Expose All Fraud And Sham, Fight All Public Evils And Abuses-that Will Sever And Battle For The People With Earnest Sincerity.

A Journalist Is The Lookout On The Bridge Of The Ship Of State. He Notes The Passing Sail, The Little Things Of Interest That Dot The Horizon In Fine Weather. He Reports The Drifting Castaway Whom The Ship Can Save. He Peers Through Fog And Storm To Give Warning Of Dangers Ahead. He Is Not Thinking Of His Wages Or Of The Profits Of His Owners. He Is There To Watch Over The Safety And The Welfare Of The People Who Trust Him.

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.

A Cynical, Mercenary, Demagogic Press Will Produce In Time A People As Base As Itself.