Daily Telegraph: Editorial Departments
Arthur H. Beavan continued his survey of London journalism at the turn of the twentieth century in Imperial London, published in 1901, with this look at the Daily Telegraph's internal deparments:
Except to journalists and printers, the arcana of editorial and publishing departments
are little known, and it is, perhaps, the policy of proprietors that this sense
of obscurity should not be too rudely dispelled.
In Great Britain the anonymity of writers has, on the whole, worked well, enabling
opinions to be fearlessly expressed, that in Russia or Germany would land their
authors in Siberia or a prison-cell.
Very complex is the nature of the organization - controlled and guided by powers
beyond any exact recognition - that gives us the interesting sheets placed every
morning on our breakfast-table.
Even the most experienced pressmen are not always able to describe with exactitude
the functions pertaining to the different departments of a "Daily."
One of the institutions of central Fleet Street is "Sweeting's,"
where on the first floor at luncheon-time one can see as many editors and sub-editors
as would satisfy the most enthusiastic embryo journalist, if it be satisfaction
to gaze upon the form of that mysterious individual supposed to rule the fates
of a newspaper.
Below, at the fish and sandwich bar, one may sometimes see a rather short, swarthy-complexioned
man in frock-coat and tall hat quietly consuming a sandwich and tankard of "bitter"
or stout.
This unassuming person is Sir Edwin Arnold, the leading
brain of the Daily Telegraph staff; facile, graceful, and harmonious poet,
upon whose shoulders many thought would have been bestowed the official mantle
of the late Laureate of England; most charming writer on all kinds of subjects,
and for "leading articles" facile princeps.
Few men possess a more thorough acquaintance with India and Indian affairs
than Sir Edwin Arnold, the first editorial he ever wrote for the Daily Telegraph (in 1861) being on the subject of our great empire in the East.
How many leading articles has he not written since!
Probably some 285 per annum!
He is a marvellous linguist, too, knowing well no less than ten languages, living
and dead.
Since 1861 he has been on the editorial staff, and may claim, without affectation,
to be the original mainstay of the Daily Telegraph.
We will, in spirit, follow him from "Sweeting's" back to the scene
of his daily labours.
Passing the pleasant commissionaire standing at the gates, we go down a passage
at the side of the Daily Telegraph advertising office, reserved for the
staff, and turning in at a door on the right, find ourselves at the rear of the
Pillar-room, and facing a broad staircase.
This we ascend to the editorial office, connected by a bridge and pneumatic tubes
with the composing-room, etc.
Along a wide corridor, past doors right and left of us - the sanctums of editors,
sub-editors, etc - we come to the room set apart for Sir Edwin Arnold.
It is not large, but is lofty and well-lighted; plainly furnished - a writing-table,
a small case of books, a few chairs, an engraving or two on the walls, voila
tout!
One immense advantage it shares in common with the other editorial apartments
- that of perfect quietude.
Looking upon an enclosed well-court, not even a faint echo of the roar of London penetrates through the stout walls and thick plate-glass.
The brain can work in peace.
Very different was it in the old buildings of the Daily Telegraph, where
accommodation for writers was scanty, and where articles had to be struck off
in full hearing of the hurly-burly and uproar of Fleet Street.
In this retreat Sir Edwin writes those eloquent leaders and articles that so
delight their perusers.
Here he is inaccessible to "outsiders."
Once, however, a gentleman desirous of seeing him late in the evening on urgent
private business was admitted into his sanctum.
Sir Edwin glanced at the letter of introduction from a much-esteemed colleague
of his, and turning to his visitor, said with the utmost courtesy, "You see
what I am engaged upon. I can give you just ten minutes, but unless your introduction
had been from my dear old friend M-, I could not have seen you; nor would I admit
any one, not even my own mother-in-law!"
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