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and Chinese embroidery and jade. These early jaunts taught me that trains and, by 1930, planes were merely things to take you where you wanted to go. But, except for a timid trip or two, I drew the line at the ocean.
No so, Mr. Haskell. His early trips made a ship for him a home away from home. I once dined with the Haskells on a Friday night, a few years ago. The house was in its usual serene order. The guest was seated where the view of the fountain was best. As usual, the dinner was per' feet, the talk pluperfect. During the course of the evening, someone said casually that the Haskells were leaving for Stockholm on Tuesday. Ju&t another trip abroad.
ALL this foreign travel, and careful schooling, and much apprentice work did not save Mr. Haskell from starting his life work some distance from the top. After his graduation, he came to Kansas City and hung out his newspaper shingle for two years, until a promotion caused a vacancy on the Star, and Mr. Haskell was finally given the job. Monday morning, 7 February, 1898, is the important date. I wonder what the weather was like. There can be few worse stretches of weather than we usually experience along towards the last of January and the first of February. Kansas' birthday. Ground Hog Day, Mr. Haskell's first day on the Star, Lincoln's birthday, Valentine's Day — my goodness, it's Washington's birthday before we get things really in order and can open our gates for the Lion and the Lamb.
Mr. Haskell secured his job from
August, 1931
T. W. Johnston, managing editor. In 1898, I was busy getting ready to graduate from Central High School; but a few years later, I decided on a journalistic career, and made an appointment with Mr. Johnston. I asked him for a job as editor of the woman's club page, because, I assured him, women's clubs were as important as sports. He smiled benignly at me and gave me to understand that I was wrong. I once asked a high school principal if I could teach in his school, and he said I didn't know enough unless I had a college degree. Only twice in my life have I asked for a job and both times I was turned down. It's enough to thwart anybody. Fortunately for us and for the Kansas City Star, Mr. Haskell was more successful.
Thus began the gradual building up of a great life-work. These were the days of Wm. R. Nelson's career as owner-editor. It took Mr. Haskell two years to catch the attention of the great man; but by 1900 he was promoted to editorial writing.
For the next decade Mr. Haskell did post-graduate work under the benevolent despotism of Mr. Nelson. The editorial page became in effect Mr. Haskell's daily section of his master's thesis; and, as well as we were able, we readers followed his progress. To me, the Star was a liberal education, never ceasing from the moment I was a-termined to learn to read. We still had the Century Magazine and others, but the Star was our daily diet. In it, we learned to know our own city. We knew from the Star's pages the old favorites and the newcomers in art, music and