siness it is to put into good English the raw
material furnished by the news-gatherer.

One other newspaper functionary remains to be noticed, the writer of
editorials. News items are confined to facts. Editorials contain
expressions of opinion. Everybody reads news, because it speaks for
itself. Editorials are designed to mould public opinion. Unless they are
characterized by extreme good sense or brilliancy, nobody heeds them,
though, if he makes a mistake in one, the writer of editorials is apt to
conclude that everybody reads them. The writer of editorials must
therefore be a person of exceptional qualifications.

III. Class Organization

For the present the teacher of the class studying this book may act as
city editor and the pupils as reporters. Later, perhaps, a more formal
organization may be effected, with pupils as managing editor, assistant
managing editor, city editor, etc.

IV. Newspaper Cooeperation

The editor of the local paper will probably be willing to print any
really good material that the class produces. If possible, an
arrangement for this purpose should be made with him. It is also
possible that he may be willing to supplement this chapter by talking to
the class.

V. Topics for Oral Discussion

1. What Is a Newspaper?
2. The History of Journalism.
3. Why is a Study of Journalistic Writing Practical?
4. The Organization of a Newspaper.
5. The Managing Editor.
6. The Composing-room.
7. The Business Manager.
8. The Assistant Managing Editor.
9. The Telegraph Editor.
10. The State Editor.
11. The City Editor.
12. The Reporter.
13. "Beats."
14. "Scoops."
15. Editorials.
16. The Gospel of Work.

VI. Suggested Reading

Kipling's _The Man Who Would Be King_ and _The Light That Failed_.

VII. Memorize

A PSALM OF LIFE

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream,
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment and not sorrow
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
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