choice between beef with mustard and beef without. . . . We would have The Times use such terms as most forcibly express its ideas. We es- pecially beg it not to be "mealy-mouthed" in speaking of The Tribune.
On another occasion Greeley, through the columns of The Tribune, said to William Cullen Bryant, of The New York Even- ing Post, "You lie, you villain, you sinfully, wickedly, basely lie." This time Punchinello, the leading cartoon weekly of the period, rebuked on May 28, 1870, not only Greeley, but also other editors by a cartoon entitled, " Editorial Washing-Day in New York." It showed the editors at their editorial tubs with Greeley's celebrated "U-Lye-Soap," " guaranteed to remove all stains, impurities, etc.," on the wash-boards. In connection with its cartoon Punchinello also published this letter-press :
Observe Punchinello's Cartoon, in which you shall behold the edi- torial laundresses of New York City having a washy time of it all around. There is a shriek of objurgation in the air, and a flutter of soiled linen on the breeze. Granny Marble, of The World, to the extreme left of the picture, clenches her fists over the pungent suds, and looks fight at Granny Jones of The Times. The beaming phiz of Granny Greeley of The Tribune looms up between the two, like the sun in a fog. But the real Sun in a fog is to be seen to the extreme right. There you behold Granny Dana of The Sun, shaking her brawny bunch of fives in the face of Granny Young of The Standard, whose manner of wringing out the linen, you will observe, is up to the highest Standard of that branch of art. Further away, Granny Tilton of The Independent flutters her linen with spiteful flourish, nettled by the vituperation of Granny Hastings of The Commercial Advertiser who hangs up her Commercial clothes on the line. The tableau is an instructive one; and it is to be hoped that all the U-Lye soaps used by the washerwomen is used up by this time, and that they will replace it with some having a sweeter perfume.
In this remark Punchinello was speaking one word for the paper and two for the people, who had grown tired of the bitter personal quarrels of editors who were continually hurling the lie with or without adjectives at each other.
PICKIC JOURNALISM IN THE WEST
Picric journalism, however, died slowly. In the West it sur- vived after it had become a thing of the past in th
