The Newest Journalist

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXIII, Issue 2, 12 January 1905, Page 3

The Newest Journalist

Our brilliant friend and brother-editor, Mr, James Jeffrey Roche, oi the Boston • Pilot > records in one of his published works the dream of a journalist of tbe kind we have been describing under the last two headings. The dream was a dream of death and the hereafter. The disembodied sbul of the maker of newspaper * fakes ' went straight aloft ' and gave his name at the heavenly gate. 1 But T the porter told him he " need not wait." ' So * the Newest Journalist took his cue' and — went elsewhere. ' Heaven, he reckoned, was slow and dull. Where all was decent and beautiful, With never a fake, or scoop, or pull. The Newest Journalist went below As deep as the elevators go. He boldly strode to the door and rang ; A brazen wicket .oped with a clang. Old Satan looked at the stranger's card ; His face grew da.tk and his voice grew hard ; He ordered the gates to be doubly barred. " Go back," he said, " to your proper sphere ; You serve me better on earth than here. Moreover— perhaps we cut it fineBut since the days of the Gadarene swine, We devils have had to draw the line." ! The story is not all a dream. Neither is it alt a parable. We commend it to those whom it concerns.