MR DOOLEY ON THE PRESS.

Waipukurau Press, Issue 309, 17 September 1908, Page 2

MR DOOLEY ON THE PRESS.

<‘No, sir, as Hogan says, I care not who makes th’ laws or th money so long as I run th presses. Father'Kelly was talkin’ about it th’ other day. ‘There aiu’t anythin’ like it-, an’ there niver was,’ says he. ‘AH'th<?\ priests in this diocese together preach to about a hundred thousand people wance a week, an’,’ he says, ‘ all th papeis preach to three millyon wance a day, aye, twinty times a day,’ he says. ‘I see a bar’l iv printer s ink going into a newspaper office an’ it looks common enough. A bar’l iv printer’s ink —a bar’l iv linseed ile and lampblack —with a smell to it that’s half stink . and half perfume. But I tell ye, if all th’ dinnymite, lyddite, cordite, an’ guncotton in th’ world wuz behind them hoops there wudden’t be as much disturbance in that bar’l as there is in th’ messy stuff that looks so much like tar,’ he says. Printer’s ink ! A dhrop iv it on wan little wurrudin type,’ he says, ‘will blacken the fairest name in Christendom, or,’ he says, ‘makes a star to shine on th’ lowliest brow,’ he says. ‘lt will find its way into millyuns of homes an hearts, an’ memories; it will go through iron dures an stone ■walls, an’ will carry some message that may turn th’ currint of iviry life it meets, from th’ Imperor of Chiny to th’ baby in th’ cradle in Hannigan’s flat,’ he says. ‘lt may undo a thousand prayers or start a millyon. It can’t be escaped. ‘Yes, sir, says he, ‘th’ hand that rocks th’ fountain pen rules th’ wurruld. Th’ press is for the whole univarse what Mulligan was f’r his beat. He was Sh’ best polishman an’ the worst I iver new. He was a terror to evil-doers whin he was sober, and a terror to i very body whin he was dhrunk. Martin, dhrink to the la’ads all over . th’ wurruld whofuse th’ printer s ink. May they not put too much iv th’ r-red stuff in it, an’ may it niver go to their heads.’ ” .