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Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 5
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« A Woman's Paper, » of « a serious and educating character, » is announced to appear at Wanganui. The field for such a venture is not promising. The medley of inane clippings and cookery-book extracts in the ordinary weekly papers headed « Ladies' Column » pays a questionable compliment to the intelligence of the readers. High-class periodicals are read, admired, and appreciated in every way but one. The people will not subscribe to them.
The companionship of the West Coast Times celebrated their wayzgoose on the 16th instant, and had a glorious picnic at Parkville on the south side of the river, the party being conveyed thither and back in boats. There were young men and maidens, and staid married folk—the chief burden of the day's duties, of course, devolving on the latter. Numerous friends and visitors attended, there being about a hundred-and-fifty present when the tocsin of the soul—the tea-bell—sounded. All hands seem to have enjoyed themselves.
The editor of the Opotiki Herald has been assaulted. The Opotiki Mail of the 12th instant contains particulars. It states that two bailiffs went to the office in the morning to attach the plant, &c., under a bill of sale, but found the doors locked. Seeing an unsecured window, one of the bailiffs, named Howes, mounted his companion's shoulders and attempted to enter; but some one within hammered his fingers with a bar of iron, causing him to let go and fall. He retired, and meeting Mr Bates, while still smarting under the bruises he had received, began to kick him. The editor showed fight, some bystanders interfered, and the local constable making his appearance, the Angel of Peace once more spread her wings over the troubled scene. The Mail, remarking on the want of interest in the proceedings on the part of the onlookers, accounts for it by « the frequency of these exhibitions » in Opotiki. The Herald is quite silent on the subject.
The Society of Arts has awarded its silver medal to Mr Talbot B. Reed for his paper on Old and New Fashions in Typography.
We have received a large parcel of specimens of really artistic job-work from an English compositor, who has for some time had charge of a high-class office at home. The laudatory notices of his work in the leading trade-journals are well-deserved. He is desirous of obtaining a situation in this colony, the English climate being too severe for his health. We will be glad to show the specimens and furnish further particulars to any one interested.
Machines sometimes go wrong and comps are taken ill in all offices, but these events seem to occur with disproportionate frequency just after Christmas. Such was the case with the Manawatu Standard. The new editor—a host in himself—had, during the festive season to edit the paper, set his own type, patch up the machine, superintend the printing, and finally deliver the papers in the biggest run—extending over several miles— himself. He has had enough of holidays for the present, and now congratulates himself that Christmas comes but once a year.
« Twists » is the name of a pretty little « booklet » printed in colors on fine paper, and dealing briefly and practically with the fascinating art of rule-twisting. It contains numerous designs, full directions how to produce them, and a diagram of a pair of pliers specially shaped for the purpose of rule-curving. The book reflects the highest credit on the author (Mr F. W. Thomas) who tells us—in confidence of course—that he has just attained his majority. He has early begun the writing of technical books. He will post the book to any address in New Zealand for 50 cents, and it is worth the money. His address is 241 Superior-street, Toledo, Ohio, U.S.A.
A German artist named Kohler lately painted three pictures in Melbourne, had them engraved, and fixed the subscription at thirty-five guineas for the set of proofs, and ten guineas for ordinary prints. His subscription list reached £35,000—an amount, we imagine, greater than the combined lists of all the art-unions of Great Britain for the year. From which it might be hastily inferred that the Australian public are generous patrons of art. By no means—the plates represented Flemington Course on Cup-Day. A work of art, as such, would have been a dismal failure. Young Australia does not care much for anything of merely human interest, but worships the horse and his jockey.
On the 14th January, Mr Henry J. Taperell, chief reporter of the Wellington Times, who is leaving for Sydney, was summoned to the newsroom, and presented by Mr Loughnan, the editor, on behalf of himself and staff, with a handsome gold lever hunting-watch. He was then marched off to the office of the Press Association, where Mr Gillon, of the Evening Post, on behalf of his gallery friends, presented him with a valuable library. Mr Taperell is a native of Wellington, and his first journalistic work was done in the Wairarapa district. He is still a young man, but has the reputation of being one of the best reporters in the colony; and he takes with him the best wishes of the profession, who anticipate for him a prosperous future in New South Wales.