They Call Me The Father Of Illustrated

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.

Newspapers Should Have No Friends.

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.

I Desire To Assist In Attracting To This Profession Young Men Of Character And Ability, Also To Help Those Already Engaged In The Profession To Acquire The Highest Moral And Intellectual Training

There Is Not A Crime, There Is Not A Dodge, There Is Not A Trick, There Is Not A Swindle, There Is Not A Vice Which Does Not Live By Secrecy.