In the days when U. S. journalism was young and yellow, newspapermen often quarreled violently and in public. One editor would refer to his colleague as "that scurrile cur, that . . . slander-monger Drennelthorpe, of the Courier Gazette . . . whereupon Mr. Drennelthorpe would visit the writer with a bowie knife and a hickory cudgel. Every reporter was trained to use a shotgun, and in most composing rooms a portrait of Andrew Jackson looked down with sombre eyes upon a neat rack of buggy-whips. Newspaper men still quarrel. Most of...
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