Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 3
Trade Lists and Samples
Trade Lists and Samples.
F. Warne & Co., 15 Bedford-st., Strand, London W. C.—List of new novels.
A. Morfitt, Hockley Mill, Nottingham.—A beautifully printed sheet in colors, setting forth and exhibiting the capabilities of the « Empress » printing machine.
Babcock Printing Press Manufacturing Company, New London, Conn.—Two illustrated price catalogue of printing machines.
Advance Wanganui! The Herald has secured the year's printing for the Railway Department.
One printing firm in Edinburgh uses over four thousand tons of printing ink per annum! So says the Stationery Trades Journal.
An old New Zealand resident, 83 years of age, named Francis Woorell Stevens, now of Buxton, England, claims that he invented the penny postage system and that it was filched from him by Rowland Hill.
Mr Frith, R.A., is much hurt. One of his pictures, entitled « So Clean, » has been purchased by a soap-manufacturing firm, and is used by them as an advertisement. He has no real grievance. Other R.A.'s have not hesitated to paint pictures specially for advertisers.
An extraordinary advertisement appeared in a late Melbourne Argus. It was a copy of a requisition to the hon. G. Coppin asking his consent to be nominated for a seat in the House, signed by about 6000 electors, and was published with signatures complete. The names were set in half-column measure, and occupied 10¼ columns of the paper, or 246 inches, or counting in the half-column measure, 492 inches of composition. At 4s per inch, the advertisement would cost £49 4s.
« The Anti-English Englishman » is the subject of a recent lyric. Specimens are occasionally found in the colonies, and one at Wakefield, a pleasant old-fashioned hamlet in Nelson province, has been indulging his antipathies in the London Daily News. He has had (he says) ten years' colonial experience, and therefore, compared with our leading journalists, is but a « new ehum, » yet he does not hesitate to assert that colonial newspapers in no way represent public opinion! Why does he not supply the long-felt want? He would have English people believe that colonists regard the Homeland and all its concerns with half-contemptuous pity. Papers have been started to represent this feeling, but have met with no support, and have perished miserably. Yet, if the Wakefield writer is correct, the dead and forgotten Auckland Echo, Wellington Truth, and the moribund sheet that limps out weekly weaklier from a rat-hole in the Empire city, reflect « colonial opinion » ! In support of his statements, he gives a distorted account of a late Nelson election which resulted—as such contests should—in the return of the best man, a gentleman of New Zealand birth.
The English proprietors of Baring Gould's novel, The Pennycomequicks, have (according to News and Notions) made a mistake that is likely to prove a costly one. They sold the copyright to Lovell & Son, Montreal, and to William Bryce, Toronto. The former firm claim priority of purchase, and have applied for an order of the Supreme Court to prevent their rival from publishing the work.
The Wellington Post has received a writ from Charles Bowles, of Carterton, claiming £1000 damages for an alleged libel contained in one of the affidavits forwarded by a solicitor to the Government in the Chemis case. The Post is not greatly troubled, inasmuch as the affidavit appears in a parliamentary paper which had been laid upon the table of the House before the publication of the alleged libel.
A writ has been issued by John Mynott of Taranaki against the proprietor of the Herald, claiming £500 damages. The cause of the action is the publication of an apology lately read in the House, and signed by one John Hooper, reflecting upon the way in which Mr Mynott obtained signatures to a petition to the House. The Herald filed a statement of defence, admitting the publication of certain proceedings in the House, but setting forth that such statement was a fair and accurate report, published for public benefit, and without malice. Being instructed subsequently, however, that they had been technically guilty of libel, they paid £2 into court as full satisfaction of the claim.
Mr James Wilkie, editor of the Reefton Guardian, has been making things lively in the mining districts, and his paper is the most popular on the coast. No little danger appears to attach to the free expression of opinion in Reefton, and we have noticed that an old-established paper there has never published a leading article nor made an editorial comment of any kind during the past two or three years. Mr Wilkie has taken a different line. He is one of the smartest writers in New Zealand, and has shaken up some vested interests considerably. The sharebrokers had formed a ring, and refused to publish quotations. The share-list now appears daily in the Guardian. A resident named Hankin lately laid in wait for the editor and knocked him into the gutter, as we have already recorded. He also instituted criminal proceedings for libel, and tried to stop the paper by issuing subpoenas to the whole staff. The editor was committed for trial, bonds being fixed at £600. Hankin afterwards offered to compromise matters for a cash payment, but the editor refused to entertain the proposal, and in due course attended the Supreme Court at Hokitika, only to find that, no indictment having been presented, he had no charge to answer! In the meantime a publican named Quigley made a cowardly and brutal attack on the editor. The newspaper had called the attention of the inspector of nuisances to the filthy state of Quigley's premises, and in revenge he struck him over the eye with some sharp and heavy instrument, inflicting a serious wound, and blinding him with blood. The same publican, it appears, some months ago assaulted a man with an iron bar. For some days Mr Wilkie's life was in danger. It is evidently quite time that roguery and ruffianism in Reefton received a check, and the new editor—if he does not get killed in the process—seems to be the man to bring about a reform.page 112
New exchanges reach us nearly every month. We acknowledge with thanks the Ink-Fiend, Chicago, from No 7 vol. ii, July 1889; and the Journalist, New York, from No. 21 vol. ix, 16 August.
It was generally hoped that under new management, the low « society » paper that disgraces the northern capital would show some improvement. On the contrary, it is, if anything, worse.
The Opotiki Brass Band Gazette is a fly-sheet published in connexion with a late bazaar, and containing reminiscences of old Opotiki. The sheet is interesting, and it is a pity it is not better printed.
No sign yet of the promised « Pigott's Diary. » The author is no doubt unequal to the task. Mr Anstey—or Mr Burnand (happy thought!)—should be asked to take it in hand. The result would be a readable book.
The Oddfellows use Wesleyan hymns and Wesleyan prayers in their lodges. So says Cardinal Moran, of Sydney. The statement strikingly exhibits the boldness of imagination and originality of ideas, as well as the sublime disregard of facts characteristic of his Eminence.
The rigors of the Victorian Sunday law, according to the T. and L. Journal, « are reserved for Chinamen, foreigners, or poor people, and wealthy individuals and companies can do as they please » This is a very old complaint, and applies to a good many things besides Sabbath observance.
The Auckland Star, notifying the fact that a steamer is now crossing the Pacific with a large amount of treasure on board, remarks that there is a good opportunity for an enterprising pirate. The idea is not one that would have occurred to every journalist, but in the present case it is natural enough. The Star has been « an enterprising pirate » from its infancy.
The prospectus of the Daily Mail Newspaper Publishing Company, Melbourne, has appeared. The capital is to be £250,000, in 10s shares. The first issue will be of 20,000 shares. The object of the company is to bring out a daily morning newspaper. The projected journal is to advocate « good government of the people, by the people, for the people. » —Judging by the fate of eight or ten similar schemes in the same city, the Argus and Age have little to fear.
Writing of the recent misuse of the word « victim » in a Wellington press telegram, the Auckland Herald writes: « Those who are curious in etymological and philological questions may be interested to know that 'victim' is comparatively a new word in our own tongue. Its etymology in Latin is not very clear, but it was applied to the animal adorned with the green fillet, led up to be sacrificed. The translators of our Bible never used it, though they had abundant occasion in many passages. It was not then a recognized English word. I don't think that Shakspeare, who put all the words of the language under tribute, ever uses it, and it is not until we come to Pope that we find it known. Tennyson makes use of the word often enough, and indeed has a poem so entitled. »
At a recent meeting of the Presbyterian Synod it was decided to concur in the appointment of Professor Gilroy to the chair of English Language and Literature at Otago University.
« The best technical publication issued in Australasia. » That is the verdict regarding Typo of the Australian Trades and Labor Journal.—Mr S. T. Stevens, the editor, is a practical printer, and the Journal is a fine example of typography.
The following is « Con's » answer to the charade by « H., Napier, » in the Wellington Press, published in our last issue:
Each poet, painter, sculptor, wrought
Embodying man's highest thought,
Wielding the potent spell of art,
Which speaks to every human heart.
I, « ego, » certes not my own!
My goodness nil, to evil prone,
Yet I must own, to my disgrace,
Self holds too oft the highest place.
An egotist can never feel
For other's woes and other's weal.
Ill-omened verb is choke indeed,
( « Whole's » undeveloped flower and seed.)
Thorns choked the word, and Satan's hate
Compassed the herd's untimely fate.
The Artichoke, I should have thought,
Would soon he found, if duly sought,
Without a weary tramp around
Three Kingdoms, to their utmost bound.
But I must ignorance confess
As to its uses, Food? Oh, yes!
But « med'cine, » « dye, » I never knew,
'Twas used for these; pray, friend, did you?
And the following is « H.'s » solution of the problem set by « Con »:
Upon the quadrupedal steed
Or double-wheeled velocipede
The rider sits, and proves his skill,
—A rider, too, may mar our Bill.
That haggard cheek, that look forlorn,
Are tokens of neglect and scorn.
Weird guide art thou! We take thy hand
And follow to a magic land:
Dark Continent! whose wilds unknown
Imagination makes her own.
With thee in fancy may we go
Where Sheba rears her breasts of snow,
To mines whose gems adorned the ring
That sparkled on a Hebrew king;
With trembling footsteps we explore
The dreadful caves of mystic Kôr;
Or on the shores of ancient Nile
Behold the haughty princess smile.
—Come sober Truth, thy story tell,
And dissipate the Wizard's spell!
A list for the assistance of the London strikers was got up by the Wellington Trades Council, and £80 was sent home. About £20 of this amount was subscribed by the printers.
Two months ago we mentioned that the New Zealand press had interposed in the case of the man Chemis, sentenced to death for wilful murder. As we predicted, Chemis has been reprieved. The murder was most foul, but the conviction daily gains strength that the Italian had nothing to do with it. Two strange incidents followed—first, a libel action between the two leading counsel, which the press noted with grim satisfaction. It was not fought out, however—the expenses mounted up too quickly for the legal litigants. A prosecution for perjury against the detectives followed, Chemis and his wife being among the witnesses, and very unpleasant revelations were made as to police methods of working up a conviction. The magistrate dismissed the case, but it has yet to come before the Supreme Court.