His arguments on the latter point did not convince the ardent doctor; but, with the hope of overcoming his scruples and enlisting his co-operation, he consented to give up his darling idea, and fix the price of his paper at two cents. Horace Greeley
agreed, at length, to try his fortune as a master printer, and in December, the firm of Greeley
and Story was formed.
Now, experience has since proved that two cents is the best price for a cheap paper.
But the point, the charm, the impudence
of Dr. Sheppard
's project all lay in those magical words, “price one cent,” which his paper was to have borne on its heading—but did not. And the capital to be invested in the enterprise was so ludicrously inadequate, that it was necessary for the paper to pay at once, or cease to appear.
's advice, therefore, though good as a general principle
, was not applicable to the case in hand.
Not that the proposed paper would, or could, have succeeded upon any terms.
Its failure was inevitable.
is one of those projectors who have the faculty of suggesting the most valuable and fruitful ideas, without possessing, in any degree, the qualities needful for their realization.
The united capital of the two printers was about one hundred and fifty dollars. They were both, however, highly respected in the printing world, and both had friends among those whose operations keep that world in motion.
They hired part of a small office at No. 54 Liberty street. Horace Greeley
's candid story prevailed with Mr. George Bruce
, the great type founder, so far, that he gave the new firm credit for a small quantity of type—an act of trust and kindness which secured him one of the best customers he has over had. (To this day the type of the Tribune is supplied by Mr. Bruce
.) Before the new year dawned, Greeley
and Story were ready to execute every job of printing which was not too extensive or intricate, on favorable terms, and with the utmost punctuality and dispatch.
On the morning of January 1st, 1833, the morning Post, and a snow-storm of almost unexampled fury, came upon the town together.
The snow was a wet blanket upon the hopes of newsboys and carriers, and quite deadened the noise of the new paper, filling up areas, and burying the tiny sheet at the doors of its few subscribers.
For several days the streets were obstructed with snow.
It was very cold.
There were few people in the streets, and those few