human
side of journalism. In San Francisco a few years ago the Press snapped a certain writer and his wife, in their hotel, and next day there appeared a photograph of two intensely wretched-looking beings stricken by limelight, under the headline:
gpt
Blank and wife enjoy freedom and gaiety in the air. Another writer told me that as he set foot on a car leaving a great city a young lady grabbed him by the coat-tail and cried:
human
Say, Mr. Asterisk, what are your views on a future life?