To print the things
the people wish to read in the quantities the people like and in the form
the most people can most easily understand--that is success as an editor."
"No doubt," said Marian, thinking of the low view all her friends took of
Howard's newspaper, "if you were making a newspaper to please yourself, you
would make a very different one."
"Oh, no," laughed Howard, "I print what I myself like; that is, what I like
to find in a newspaper. We print human news made by human beings and
interesting to human beings. And we don't pretend to be anything more than
human. We try never to think of our own idea of what the people ought to
read, but always to get at what the people themselves think they ought to
read. We are journalists, not news-censors."
"I must say newspapers do not interest me." Marian confessed it a little
diffidently.
"You are probably not interested," Howard answered, "because you don't care
for news. It is a queer passion--the passion for news. The public has it in
a way. But to see it in its delirium you must come here."
"This seems quiet enough." Marian looked about Howard's upstairs office. It
was silent, and from the windows one could see New York and its rivers and
harbour, vast, vague, mysterious, animated yet quiet.
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