I Want To Talk To A Nation,

There Is Not A Crime, There Is Not A Dodge, There Is Not A Trick, There Is Not A Swindle, There Is Not A Vice Which Does Not Live By Secrecy.

They Call Me The Father Of Illustrated Journalism. What Folly! I Never Thought Any Such Thing. I Had A Small Newspaper, Which Had Been Dead For Years, And I Was Trying In Every Way To Build Up Its Circulation. What Could I Use For Bait? A Picture, Of Course.

Every Issue Of The Paper Presents An Opportunity And A Duty To Say Something Courageous And True; To Rise Above The Mediocre And Conventional; To Say Something That Will Command The Respect Of The Intelligent, The Educated, The Independent Part Of The Community; To Rise Above Fear Of Partisanship And Fear Of Popular Prejudice. I Would Rather Have One Article A Day Of This Sort; And These Ten Or Twenty Lines Might Readily Represent A Whole Day's Hard Work In The Way Of Concentrated, Intense Thinking And Revision, Polish Of Style, Weighing Of Words.

Our Republic And Its Press Will Rise And Fall Together.

There Is Room In This Great And Growing City For A Journal That Is Not Only Cheap But Bright, Not Only Bright But Large, Not Only Large But Truly Democratic-dedicated To The Cause Of The People Rather Than That Of The Purse Potentates-devoted More To The News Of The New Than The Old World-that Will Expose All Fraud And Sham, Fight All Public Evils And Abuses-that Will Sever And Battle For The People With Earnest Sincerity.