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The Bread Line - Albert Bigelow Paine
THE BREAD LINE: A STORY OF A PAPER
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Albert Bigelow Paine
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
I: THE FIRST DINNER
II: FRISBY’S SCHEME
III: A LETTER FROM THE DEAREST GIRL IN THE WORLD,
OTHERWISE MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND, TO MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
IV: SOME PREMIUMS
OFFICE OF: THE WHOLE FAMILY: A WEEKLY PAPER: FOR YOUNG AND OLD: V: A LETTER FROM MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK TO MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND
VI: CASH FOR NAMES
VII: A LETTER FROM MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND TO MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
VIII: THE COURSE OF EVENTS
IX: IN THE SANCTUM
X: A LETTER FROM MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK TO MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND
XI: THE GENTLE ART OF ADVERTISING
XII: A LETTER FROM MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND TO MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
XIII: THE HOUR OF DARK FOREBODING
XIV: A LETTER FROM MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK TO MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND
XV: FINAL STRAWS
XVI: AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW
XVII: A TELEGRAM FROM MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND TO MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
XVIII: GRABBING AT STRAWS
XIX: A LETTER FROM MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK TO MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND
XX: THE BARK OF THE WOLF
XXI: THE LETTER LIVINGSTONE READ
XXII: THE BREAD LINE
XXIII: THE LAST LETTER—TO MR. AND MRS. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE, OLD POINT COMFORT, VIRGINIA
The Bread Line: A Story of a Paper
By
Albert Bigelow Paine
The Bread Line: A Story of a Paper
Published by Yurita Press
New York City, NY
First published circa 1937
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I: THE FIRST DINNER
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This is the story of a year, beginning on New Year’s eve.
In the main it is the story of four—two artists and two writers—and of a paper which these four started. Three of them—the artists and one of the writers—toiled and dwelt together in rooms near Union Square, and earned a good deal of money sometimes, when matters went well. The fourth—the other writer—did something in an editorial way, and thus had a fixed income; that is, he fixed it every Saturday in such manner that it sometimes lasted until Wednesday of the following week. Now and then he sold a story or a poem outside
and was briefly affluent, but these instances were unplentiful. Most of his spare time he spent in dreaming vague and hopeless dreams. His dreams he believed in, and, being possessed of a mesmeric personality, Barrifield sometimes persuaded others to believe also.
It began—the paper above mentioned—in the café of the Hotel Martin, pronounced with the French tang,
and a good place to get a good dinner on New Year’s eve or in any other season except that of adversity, no recollection of which period now vexed the mind of the man who did something in an editorial way, or those of the two artists and the writer who worked and dwelt together in rooms near Union Square. In fact, that era of prosperity which began in New York for most bohemians in the summer of ‘96 was still in its full tide, and these three had been caught and borne upward on a crest that as yet gave no signs of undertow and oblivion beneath. But Barrifield, still editing at his old salary, had grown uneasy and begun to dream dreams. He did not write with ease, and his product, though not without excellence, was of a sort that found market with difficulty in any season and after periods of tedious waiting. He had concluded to become a publisher.
He argued that unless publishers were winning great fortunes they could not afford to pay so liberally for their wares.
He had been himself authorized to pay as much as fifteen cents per word for the product of a certain pen. He forgot, or in his visions refused to recognize, the possibility of this being the result of competition in a field already thickly trampled by periodicals, many of them backed by great capital and struggling, some of them at a frightful loss, toward the final and inevitable survival of the richest. As for his companions, they were on the outside, so to speak, and swallowed stories of marvelous circulations and advertising rates without question. Not that Barrifield was untruthful. Most of what he told them had come to him on good authority. If, in the halo of his conception and the second bottle of champagne, he forgot other things that had come to him on equally good authority, he was hardly to be blamed. We all do that, more or less, in unfolding our plans, and Barrifield was uncommonly optimistic.
He had begun as he served the roast. Previous to this, as is the habit in bohemia, they had been denouncing publishers and discussing work finished, in hand, and still to do; also the prices and competition for their labors. The interest in Barrifield’s skill at serving, however, had brought a lull, and the champagne a golden vapor that was fraught with the glory of hope. It was the opportune moment. The publication of the Whole Family
may be said to have dated from that hour.
Barrifield spoke very slowly, pausing at the end of each sentence to gather himself for the next. Sometimes he would fill a plate as he deliberated. At other times he would half close his eyes and seem to be piercing far into the depths of a roseate future.
Boys,
he began, in a voice that was fraught with possibility, and selecting a particularly tender cut for Perner, who was supposed to have an estate somewhere, boys,
—he laid the tempting slice on Perner’s plate, added a few mushrooms, some brown gravy, and a generous spoonful of potato, then passing the plate to Perner and beginning to fill another,—I’ve been thinking of—of a—of the—greatest
—pausing and looking across the table with drowsy, hypnotic eyes—the greatest scheme on—earth!
Amid the silence that followed this announcement he served the next plate. Then Van Dorn, who had been acquainted with him longer than the others, spoke:
What is it this time, old man?
Barrifield turned his gaze on Van Dorn and laughed lazily. He was handsome, rather stout, and of unfailing good nature. He pushed back his blond hair and rested his gray, magnetic eyes steadily on the artist. Then he laughed again and seemed to enjoy it. Van Dorn, who was slender, impulsive, and wore glasses, laughed, too, and was lost. Barrifield handed him a filled plate as he said:
You’re just right, Van, to say this time—just right. There have been—other times; other—times.
He was filling the third plate. He paused and laughed till he shook all over. Van remembers a pictorial syndicate he and I once started,
he said to Livingstone, as he handed his plate. We spent nearly—nearly a thousand dollars and a lot of time—that is, Van did—getting up some stuff, and then sold one picture to one paper for three dollars!
He leaned back in his chair to enjoy a laugh, in which, this time, all joined.
And never got the three dollars,
added Van Dorn, at last.
And never got the three dollars,
echoed Barrifield. It was a beautiful scheme, too; Van knows that—beautiful!
At which statement all laughed again.
Barrifield began to furnish his own plate now, and became serious.
This scheme is different,
he observed at last; it’s been tried. It’s been tried and it hasn’t. The scheme that’s been tried
—he helped himself to the rest of the mushrooms and gravy—we’ll improve on.
The others caught the collective pronoun, and began to feel the pleasant sense of ownership that comes with the second bottle and a scheme.
Our scheme will beat it to death.
He lowered his voice and shot a cautious glance at the other tables. Boys,
he whispered, it’s a high-class weekly at a low price!
He looked from one to the other to note the effect of this