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Alright...everybody chip in...come on!

Drive the wagon up in the alley..

that'll be our 'Circulation Department'.

Give him a hand, Tom.

Alright...let's all pile in

and sort this type.

Everybody grab a handful...

Here are the papers, Mr Mitchell.

Got my change?

Can I help?

Yep...You might as well start learning

how to sort pied type now.

"Pied"?

It means when your type

is a mixed-up mess.

It'll be no time before

you handle the hell-box.

What's that?

This is the hell-box...

everything is thrown in it.

It'll be your job cleaning it up.

And that's why you're called

a printer's devil...

Because you'll be living

out of the hell-box.

Were you ever a printer's devil

Mr Davenport?

Yes, Rusty...I was an apprentice.

As a matter of fact I was 2 years younger

than when Horace Greeley started.

He walked 11 miles to get that job.

I walked 18.

I was with him when he built this building.

Right where you're standing.

Right where your shoes are...

Used to be the home

of another great editor.

Benjamin Franklin.

That's why Ben's out there

on Printing-house Square.

To see that nothing ever goes wrong

on Park Row.

- Say, Tom...

- Yes, Sir?

You know what that is?

A stove?

It's no stove, Tom...

That's your office.

Now give me a drawing of Steve Brody

jumping off the bridge...

...being arrested and dragged off

to 'The Tombs' by the police.

Take it over to Duffy's Engraving...

Get a woodcut...4 columns...wait for it, pay for it...

I'll take care of you later.

Mr Davenport...

Write me the Brody story.

"No name ranks higher

than that of Steve Brody..."

Make him a hero...bring tears,

because he was jailed.

You shall have molasses

in every paragraph.

Mr Mergenthaler...

About that machine...we'll pick it up

in the morning...Have it ready, eh?

Rusty...give Mr Leach a hand.

Jeff...

Steal everything you can...

but make it fresh!

Rusty...bring me that oilcan!

They got a new zinc process

to publish black and white drawings.

Let's have it.

Not for us...

over at 'Life Humor' magazine.

Zinc eh?

So that's how they get such nice lines

in Charles Dana Gibson illustrations.

Gibson's getting as much as $4 to $5 a drawing.

You're getting a steady $15 a week, Tom...

you're better off than Gibson.

There it is Mr Angelo.

How's it sound?

I don't know...I don't read.

You what?

I can't read!

Mr Leach!

What do you want me to do?

Say that I read when I don't read?

Anybody can say they can read

when they don't read.

But I don't say that I read

when I don't read.

Where did you find this Mr Angelo?

He comes with the press.

I'll have to set up the paper myself!

He can't read.

How can you have a compositor

that can't read English?

Now don't get excited, Mr Mitchell.

- Mr Angelo...

- Yes, Mr Leach.

Will you please follow copy, Sir?

Yes Mr Leach.

It's perfect!

Mr Angelo can't read or write...

But he's the fastest typesetter

on Park Row.

Mr Angelo...Don't ever change...

The day you learn how to read...

you're fired!

I've seen a lot of Vol-1-No.-1's

This is beautiful make-up, Mitch.

Greeley started with $40 credit.

Bennett started in a cellar.

You're in good company, Mitch.

How come you never

got to be an editor?

Edmund Bourke...about 20 years before I was born...

Stood up in parliament, and said...

There were 3 estates of the realm...

The peers, the bishops, the commoners...

Then he looked in the reporters' gallery

and said:
"Yonder there sits the 4th Estate."

"More important, far, than they are."

Somebody's got to go out

and get the news, Mitch...

People like me get it.

People like you see

that it gets to the readers.

Some men are born editors...

Some are born reporters.

But a fighting editor is a voice

this world needs.

A man with ideals.

And the joy of working for an ideal

is the joy of living.

I know.

Price...1 penny!

4 pages...not bad...not bad...

Oh...Mr Bennett...

Mr Greeley

Mr Raymond...

Dana...

Pulitzer...

What are Mr Dana and Mr Pulitzer

doing on your walls...they're living!

They're your rivals...

your contemporaries.

Dead or alive...they're still

the best publishers on Park Row.

One penny!

I'm so sorry!

Now tell me...what do you

really think of 'The Globe'?

Volume 1 Number 1...

This is a stallion busting out of its stall,

bristling with news!

This is a newspaperman's newspaper

It'll die like all the rest of them.

The others weren't printed

on butcher paper.

I apologise for disturbing you, Miss Hackett...

Now, I'm not a journalist...

But this is definitely an outrage

to all newspapers.

I can't understand

why Mr Spiro dislikes me.

Oh, the entire editorial department

dislikes you Mr Wiley...

Because, in you they see

the business executioner.

My first loyalty is to you.

That's why they have contempt for you.

Your first loyalty should be to 'The Star'.

Is this a new kind of a printing press?

No...I'm trying to compose type.

Type?...Type like this?

Yes.

You mean, you talk to this machine

and you make this?

Mr Angelo...today it is possible

for a man to tap keys...

Write what he thinks...

...and it comes out on paper.

You have heard of this machine...

the typewriter...

I don't know.

I have watched you work...

You are fine.

The fastest compositor I have seen.

But it takes such long time for the printer

to put his text into type.

I think to help progress printing,

it is better...

...if there is a machine

that can do what YOU do.

Faster...very much faster...

...begging your pardon.

If you can make this do what you say,

you smart like Mr Gutenberg...

You make this?

You got 400 years on him, Mr Mergenthaler...

that's quite an advantage.

No man bettered Gutenberg...

Many people have tried.

You think he can make with that machine

what he wants to make?

Sure...he's a watchmaker...

He has the golden touch

for delicate machinery.

Sometimes I don't know what he's saying...

the way he speaks.

What do you mean?

He's not clear...he speaks

with a big accent!

You know what I think?

If he can make that machine work

the way he says...

You don't need me to set type.

You'll learn how to operate it.

You got to know how to read,

to operate it?

You know as much about it

as I do.

Don't worry about it..

you're not getting fired.

How can I be fired?

I no got pay yet!

You give me a job...I do it...

and I pay YOU money.

I don't know I like this work

on a newspaper.

The newsboys want to know

when we're coming out again.

What did you tell them?

I told them we're putting

'The Globe' to bed tonight.

And coming off the same time

tomorrow morning.

Fine! How's the bank account, Mr Leach?

Or do we come out with another

porterhouse edition?

We'll be lucky to get enough paper together

to get out a rump roast edition!

Better start breaking up the pages.

- Come on Mr Angelo.

- Yes, Mr Leach.

How's Brody?

He's alright now.

Jeff...get the Bowery Boys

and get them over to 'The Tombs'...

Get my hands on him.

Rusty...get the Plug-Uglies over there.

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