st. |
|The groom wore the usual blue worsted suit, with a |
|beautiful buttonhole bouquet, while the bridesmaid |
|was beautifully gowned in a white French serge |
|trimmed with a light blue silk girdle and a blue |
|silk tango cord at the throat, and also had a |
|beautiful bouquet at the waist. The best man wore a |
|rich dark gray suit and also had a beautiful |
|buttonhole bouquet. The room was beautifully |
|decorated with green foliage and roses, formed into |
|a beautiful arch, under which the couple stood |
|during the ceremony, which was performed by Rev. |
|Wells of this city. |

=168. Delicacy of Expression.=--Delicacy of expression is that quality
in news writing which distinguishes the star reporter from the cub. It
may be learned, but never taught. It is this elusive element in writing
and the inability of instructors to impart it that make many journalists
say news writing cannot be taught. Delicacy of expression is not
effeminacy. It is originality; it is cleverness; it is nimbleness of wit
and beauty of phrase; it is grace; it is simplicity; it is restraint; it
is tact. It is all these, and more. It is that intuition in a star man
which forbids his beginning the same kind of story day after day with a
fixed, hackneyed type of sentence, which makes him avoid triteness of
expression. It is that something in him which compels him to avoid
affectation, to love beauty and grace, born of simplicity,
unadornedness. It is that inborn sense of good taste that restrains the
writer from indelicate, personal allusions so offensive to men and
women of refinement. All this and more is delicacy of expression, and
blest is the journalist who has it. The reporter who wrote the following
had not yet learned the art:

| =THE HAVENS-MERRILL WEDDING= |
| |
|At 7:30 the sounds of the wedding march scintillated|
|through the Havens house like tired waves laving the|
|shores of a mighty lake. Seldom if ever has such a |
|scene been witnessed in this place. The smell of |
|spring flowers was everywhere coming to all |
|nostrils. Presently there was a slight disturbance |
|at the right hand entrance, and then the bride |
|entered on the arm of her father, William Havens, |