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Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 1
[trade dispatches]
The Christchurch Press is now printed from stereo plates, on a web machine.
The Patea Mail, after many vicissitudes and changes of proprietorship, discontinued publication at the end of last month.
Mr J. Ivess has disposed of the Timaru Mail to Messrs H. E. Muir, of Dunedin, and T. Lawson, of Palmerston.
Mr P. A. Crawford has started a paper at Rotorua, entitled the Hot Lakes Chronicle. Hot water appears to be the favorite element of some newspaper men, and Mr Crawford has chosen a region where the supply is unlimited.
The following, from a political opponent, is a high testimonial to Mr Wakefield's ability and influence:—« The defeat of the Government in this election is unquestionably due more to Mr Edward Wakefield, as editor of the Wellington Press, than to any other man, or ten men, in the colony. »
Mr George Fisher, Minister of Education in the new cabinet, was, fourteen or fifteen years ago, a journeyman compositor in the Government printing office. He became sucessively a press reader, a journalist, a « Hansard » reporter, Mayor of Wellington, a member of Parliament, and a Minister of the Crown.
Mr P. Galvin, editor of the Marlborough Express, met with a serious accident on the 8th October. He was accompanying the cricket team to Havelock in a coach, and was holding the horses previous to starting, when he was knocked down, and a wheel of the coach passed over his hip. He was taken home on a stretcher, very much shaken, but no bones were broken.
The election excitement cools down very slowly in Wairarapa. Three weeks after the polling day, Mr G. C. Beckett, editor of the Observer, was assaulted by a butcher named Deller. The R.M., who characterized the assault as serious and unjustified, imposed a fine of £3 and costs, besides binding the offender over to keep the peace for three months.
Denis Kearney and the « sand-lot » agitators of San Francisco have, apparently, imitators in this country. From Wellington we have No. 2 of The Anti-Chinaman and Working Men's Advocate, a weekly 16-column demy sheet, published at one penny. The leader is in a large-faced pica; the rest of the reading-matter in long primer. Whether the literary portion is supplied by Chinese or other « cheap labor » does not appear; but when we read of « a white man, occasionally interlarded by a genuine American citizen, of the Uncle Tom breed, » we realize our need of the services of an interpreter. The most remarkable thing about the new paper seems to be, that it should have reached a second number.
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