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Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 4

[trade dispatches]

The Te Kopuru Bell is the name of a small paper just started in the far north, owned and edited by Mr Stallworthy.

The Wanganui Herald says:— « J. D. Pope, the Irish lecturer, is in Wellington. We are glad to know it, as we have been wanting his address for some time past. » So have a good many other papers.

After a lingering existence of five years, during which it has more than once changed hands, the Waikato News has joined the majority. It was started by Mr George Russell after he sold the Manawatu Times.

Mr James Wilkinson, for six years subeditor of the Wanganui Herald, has been appointed editor of the Marlborough Express. A handsome testimonial was presented to him by the Herald staff.

Mr R. Rhodes, who for some time has occupied the editorial chair of the Opotiki Mail, has left Opotiki. Mr Elliott will take the editorship, and Mr A. B. Chappell, late of the Bay of Plenty Times, will publish the paper in future.

It is intended to institute a fitting memorial to the late Mr Robert Knight, formerly editor of the Statesman, the Bombay Times, and other Indian papers. Profound expressions of regret at his decease, especially on the part of the natives, have been general throughout India.

Mr A. Burns has succeeded Mr Bridge as sub-editor of the Evening Press.

The North Canterbury Times is dead. From its ashes has arisen the Trade and Labor Chronicle.

A special meeting of shareholders in the Christchurch Press was called for the 25th inst. to consider the best means of raising £20,000 fresh capital.

Farmer Squashead (observing a metropolitan daily on the counter of the village store): « What! Ain't that air paper busted up yet? Why, I quit taking it fifteen years ago. » — Time.

In Holland the postal department undertakes the collection of small accounts from debtors at a distance, charging a moderate commission, and saving the tedious and often costly intervention of a banker or agent. Some printers we know would be inclined to offer the postal department a pretty big commission if it would undertake to collect their outstanding accounts.

Capt. Baldwin entered into possession of the Wellington Times on the 21st inst. The issue of that date apologised (!) for changing proprietors; but stated that the business was unprofitable, and that similar changes would be unavoidable until Wellington took more kindly to a morning paper.—Mr Harris, the retiring proprietor, was presented by the whole of the staff with two pieces of plate, a copy of the Times on white satin, and an illuminated address.

Mr D. B. Landis, of Philadelphia, an ingenious and go-ahead printer, publishes an advertising sheet called Pluck. It contains the following little poem:—

I.—We don't Advertise.
There is a land of bttter tears and wailing—
A land most like that drear one Dante knew,
Where wan-faced Niobe, with dark robes trailing,
In sad procession moves, brows filled with rue.
It is a land peopled with witless mortals—
Compared with them the Virgins five were wise—
And it is writ above its gloomy portals:
« We did not think it paid to advertise. »

II.—We Do, In Pluck.
There is a land that flows with milk and honey—
Not the condensed, nor yet the sorghum strains—
Each dweller bears a gripsack fat with money,
Bonds, coupons, stocks, and various other gains.
Happy are those, as at high tide, the fishes;
No tear doth drown the laughter in their eyes;
For better luck they have no sort of wishes;
The cake is theirs—they learned to advertise.

The late Harriet Martineau (says Woman) was fond of recording her journalistic experiences. She was for some years a member of the staff of the Daily News. Once she enabled that paper to make an announcement of the first importance, namely the sailing of the fleet for the Baltic during the Crimean war. She was on visiting terms with a lady who was anxious to get an appointment on one of the ships for her son, and having claims upon her Majesty, she asked the royal interposition. The Queen called upon her one morning to tell her to set her mind at rest, for the fleet was going to the Baltic, and her boy should go with it. In the afternoon Miss Martineau called to see her friend, and was told of the circumstance. With true journalistic instinct she drove back to the Daily News office with her precious item of information, and the paper had all the credit of having exclusively received an official notification.

A compositor, writing from Sydney to a contemporary, states that there are in that city more than a hundred compositors out of employment.

We noted last month that Mr Joseph Ivess was about to start a second daily at Newcastle. The new paper, the Evening Star, news size, appeared on the 2nd inst., and was in trouble with the Typographical Society before it was a fortnight old, and soon found itself under a rigorous boycot by the federated trades. The result was that Mr Ivess submitted to the demands of the Union.

An « automatic feed » of a crude style has been devised by a lazy but ingenious devil named Wilson, in London, and has brought him before the magistrate on a charge of wilful damage to machinery. He discovered that if a piece of lead or type-metal of the proper weight were laid on the pile of paper, the slope of the board and motion of the machine would do the rest. Accordingly he put this invention into practice, and enjoyed a « mike, » but being too lazy to watch his apparatus, he on several occasions allowed his plate of lead to slip into the machine, with disastrous results. On the last occasion he had thus smashed up the type of a circular in the press, besides seriously damaging the machine.