A plump, well-fed gentleman in steel-rimmed spectacles set out from Iowa last autumn to sell blood & death to the U. S. Press. With his brief case full of fire, smoke, steel, mud, gore, torn limbs and burnt flesh he visited nearly every State in the Union, leaving behind a trail of agony and chaos. Last week he rode into Louisville, and before he rode out again he had left his mark on the Courier-Journal—50th newspaper to buy his photographs of the World War. Sweeping on through Washington, Wheeling, Erie, New Haven, he paused...
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