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Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 3
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The Printers' Register has discovered that the first inventor of the type-writer was an Englishman, one Henry Mill, who patented his machine so long ago as 1714—in the reign of Queen Anne.
The East Coast Maoris, according to a correspondent, have compounded a panacea for internal and external application, which is in great repute for all manner of ills, « from a stomach-ache to a broken leg. » This is the recipe: « Painkiller, Jacob's oil, castor oil, and kerosine. » The proportions of the ingredients and amount of dose are at the discretion of the dispenser.
Grip, the Toronto comic paper, has a capital sketch illustrating the attitude of the press towards the « heroes » of the ring. « A Fine Distinction. Office of daily newspaper—select family journal. Editor (responding to knock at door and finding prize-fighter in waiting.)—Next room, sir. In this department we regard you as a vulgar brute, whose business is a disgrace to civilization. In our news department, however, you will be treated as a hero, and can have all the space you may require in our columns. »
A manufacturing stationer in a Pennsylvania town was flooded out at the time of the great disaster, and the larger part of his stock of paper discolored and spoiled for ordinary purposes. Here, however, was an excellent opportunity for a novel and striking advertisement. Accordingly, he had this dirty paper trimmed to size, and printed on both sides particulars of his business. These odd looking sheets were inserted in a trade journal, where they attracted instant attention. Moral: Spoiled stock need not be wasted.
« Civis, » in the Otago Witness, writes:— « I have received from Oamaru two and a-half pages foolscap, chock full of libels on one of the candidates at the recent election. At the bottom the writer says, 'Please don't publish my name.' I am to publish the libels, observe, and to bear the brunt thereof, but I am not to publish my authority. I am to make the libels my own, and in due course go to court for them, while the gentleman who supplies them to me remains in safe and comfortable obscurity. Thanks, no!—however disposed to libel the Oamaru candidates, either or both, I can't consent to do it on these terms. This correspondent in effect says: 'Look here; there is Mr So-and-So, a public man against whom I have great antipathy;—kindly fling this handful of mud at him; don't mention my name; I'd rather not appear in the affair at all; when you have flung the mud and hit him, I shall be round the corner and out of sight.' There is a pleasant humor about a proposal of this kind which saves me from getting angry. My virtue is shocked, of course, but I make no parade of that. I merely wish my correspondent to recognize that the distribution of parts he proposes is essentially unfair.