In the second volume of his autobiography, Mencken recalls his early years as a reporter. On January 16, 1899, H.L. Mencken applied for a job with the Baltimore Morning Herald, much to the editor's amusement. But Mencken persisted, and came back to the offices night after night until finally, in February, the editor sent him out into a blizzard to see if anything worth pri
In the second volume of his autobiography, Mencken recalls his early years as a reporter. On January 16, 1899, H.L. Mencken applied for a job with the Baltimore Morning Herald, much to the editor's amusement. But Mencken persisted, and came back to the offices night after night until finally, in February, the editor sent him out into a blizzard to see if anything worth printing was happening on the snow-covered streets. Soon, Mencken was assigned to the police beat, and then to city hall, where the really big crooks worked.Mencken learned his craft so well that by 1901 he became the Herald 's Sunday editor, and by 1906 was hired as an editor of the Baltimore Sun, where he quickly attracted a national following. Sustained by a steady diet of crabs, cigars, whiskey, and beer, he haunted Baltimore's jails and courtrooms, its churches, theaters, and saloons, and chased fire wagons, interviewed cops and coroners, battled politicians and crusaders, and raced back to the newsroom to beat his deadline by a second or two.
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Paperback
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336 pages
Published
July 30th 1996
by The Johns Hopkins University Press
(first published 1941)
I immensely enjoyed this part of H.L. Mencken's memoirs, reminiscing about his days as a young reporter and editor in Baltimore at the turn of the last century.
Of course, more time had passed between his era and when I started in the newspaper business than the time I've been in the business altogether, but still, there were so many aspects of the profession that were familiar to me. I came into the business in the late 1960s, just at the end of an era in which most reporters were not college e
I immensely enjoyed this part of H.L. Mencken's memoirs, reminiscing about his days as a young reporter and editor in Baltimore at the turn of the last century.
Of course, more time had passed between his era and when I started in the newspaper business than the time I've been in the business altogether, but still, there were so many aspects of the profession that were familiar to me. I came into the business in the late 1960s, just at the end of an era in which most reporters were not college educated, where smoking was common in newsrooms and many still had flasks stuck in their desk drawers.
In that sense, many of Mencken's memories were similar, but in his day, the profession was held in even lower repute and the drinking was much, much heavier. His newspaper, the Baltimore American, was one of three morning papers that competed in the growing port city, and some of his best stories are about the ways in which he and rival reporters would come to agreements to run the same stories so they didn't look foolish in front of their editors, and -- and believe me, this doesn't happen now -- colluding to make up stories that had plenty of vim and spice and just enough vagueness that the editors couldn't catch them.
In one particularly vivid anecdote, he recalled an inept heavy drinking reporter who was told he had to find a good story by the end of the day or he'd be fired. A newfangled invention at the time were arc lights for downtown businesses, and since it happened to be raining that day, it struck the reporter that an electrocution story of some passerby touching his umbrella to the arc light would save his bacon. It did indeed, but soon, the utility companies threatened a huge lawsuit against the newspaper as frightened business owners stopped using the lights. The utilities were ready to testify to the absolute safety of their lights, and it looked as though the newspaper was doomed until one day, a pedestrian actually did get electrocuted through his umbrella, making life imitate art.
Mencken also tells a vivid story of the great Baltimore fire of 1904, the largest urban calamity between the Chicago fire and the San Francisco earthquake, and the herculean efforts his staff made to cover the event, which destroyed 20 city blocks, first by printing at the Washington Post, and then in Philadelphia, where a special train was chartered each evening to ship the Baltimore papers to eager newsboys at the depot. Also mixed in is the fantastical story of a young farm girl from Red Lion, Pa., who showed up at the train station one day and demanded to be taken to a house of ill repute. Turns out she and her boyfriend had gone too far one night, and all the romance novels they had read together had convinced her the only future left for her was prostitution and dying in the gutter. Mencken and a fellow reporter managed to convince her to return home and marry her suitor, with the help of the madame, who had no desire to recruit such an innocent into her ranks.
This brings to life another era that still has enough connections to present day journalism to make it a wonderful rollick.
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This might of been an interesting book if Mencken was able to rein in his outsized ego. In one account, Mencken, a young newspaperman living in Baltimore and whose only other experience was working in his Uncle's cigar business, gets a jump on the other papers by astutely describing a naval battle of the Russo-Japanese War which has yet to take place by sheer deductive reasoning.
I think to enjoy Mencken, you have to think as much of him as he did himself. And that's a tall order.
NEWSPAPER DAYS. (1941). H. L. Mancken. ****.
Although Mencken sneaks in more about his boyhood days, this volume of his autobiography does focus on his newspaper career. He did hop around a lot, which tells you that he had the respect of his fellow members of the press. There are lots of stories here that I burn to relate, but I’ll keep it down to a few. One of the characters of the time was a man named Frank Thomas. Frank was a Baltimore press agent, and managed to turn most events to his own go
NEWSPAPER DAYS. (1941). H. L. Mancken. ****.
Although Mencken sneaks in more about his boyhood days, this volume of his autobiography does focus on his newspaper career. He did hop around a lot, which tells you that he had the respect of his fellow members of the press. There are lots of stories here that I burn to relate, but I’ll keep it down to a few. One of the characters of the time was a man named Frank Thomas. Frank was a Baltimore press agent, and managed to turn most events to his own good. One of the episodes related here was when stone columns were being hauled from a quarry about 14 miles away by a team of twenty horses. A wheel broke and one of the columns split. Frank Thomas, whose father was in the building business, jumped in and claimed that the split piece of the column contained the remains of a fossil dog. Frank followed up by having a painting of the fossil made on the end of the column. Later, the geologists at John Hopkins told the world that fossil dogs could not be found in sedimentary rock. Thomas owned up to his prank, but not until he got his picture and that of the dog in all the local newspapers. Another episode that Mencken spent some time on was the great fire in Jacksonville, Florida, in 1901. It was the biggest fire in America since the great Chicago fire in 1871, and the fire in Baltimore in 1904. Mencken was sent down by his paper to cover the aftermath. What he focuses on was the help provided by charitable agencies throughout the country. Horse blankets were sent from Pimlico and 100 cases of rye were sent from the Baltimore saloon organization. The last thing that the people of Jacksonville needed were blankets; it’s hot there. The cases of rye were somehow lost in the shuffle and were never discovered. There was also the incident of the Battle of Tsushimi, a battle between Japan and Russia made up out of thin air by Mencken and his friends of the press. Their purpose was to keep the Sunday Supplement coming back for more. There was also a big section of this volume devoted to the Baltimore fire. During the fire, Mencken’s newspaper printer’s building was destroyed, but he had to get the paper out. He managed to get the paper printed at different sites on the East Coast, including Philadelphia and Washington. Lots of tight schedules were involved and, of course, more than the usual number of screw-ups. Newspapers had a different status back in those days. They were the primary source of news for the people. Remember – there was no radio, TV, or internet connection for people to turn to. Competition among the various papers was fierce, and every trick in the book was used to up circulation. Mencken was always in the middle of things. This is a good read. Recommended.
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Probably more for real Mencken fans than newbies. Full of long-forgotten people who made deep impressions on Mencken 100 years ago, when Mencken was a newspaper reporter and managing editor but none achieved his stature. Nice tribute, but frequently reads like a disconnected laundry list. Some good insights, but not the reading pleasure of the first in the trilogy, "Happy Days."
Mencken's acerbic wit comes through, and the stuff on how turn of the century print journalism functioned on a day-to-day level is very interesting. But the material doesn't really allow mencken's skills as an essayist or a journalist to shine through to full effect.
Be aware that Mencken is very much a man of his time, bigoted, misognystic, parochial. If you can get past that, this is a terrific book, funny, smart, and you can practically smell the Baltimore waterfront and taste the oyster stew.
A tangy and giddy memoir of Mencken's days as a journalist. A charming view into the good old days of journalism, filled with wry anecdotes about Baltimore and the newspaper business, before the days of radio and TV.
in a time before journalism schools,most reporters were simply failed novelists. the writing was so much better. and the coverage was at least as good as we have it now.
Henry Louis "H.L." Mencken
became one of the most influential and prolific journalists in America in the 1920s and '30s, writing about all the shams and con artists in the world. He attacked chiropractors and the Ku Klux Klan, politicians and other journalists. Most of all, he attacked Puritan morality. He called Puritanism, "the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy."
At the height o
Henry Louis "H.L." Mencken
became one of the most influential and prolific journalists in America in the 1920s and '30s, writing about all the shams and con artists in the world. He attacked chiropractors and the Ku Klux Klan, politicians and other journalists. Most of all, he attacked Puritan morality. He called Puritanism, "the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy."
At the height of his career, he edited and wrote for The American Mercury magazine and the Baltimore Sun newspaper, wrote a nationally syndicated newspaper column for the Chicago Tribune, and published two or three books every year. His masterpiece was one of the few books he wrote about something he loved, a book called The American Language (1919), a history and collection of American vernacular speech. It included a translation of the Declaration of Independence into American English that began, "When things get so balled up that the people of a country got to cut loose from some other country, and go it on their own hook, without asking no permission from nobody, excepting maybe God Almighty, then they ought to let everybody know why they done it, so that everybody can see they are not trying to put nothing over on nobody."
When asked what he would like for an epitaph, Mencken wrote, "If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl."
(from American Public Media)
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