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rom the inside, as it were. The great actors and singers shake our hand behind the scenes. We penetrate into the editor's rooms and are initiated in the alchemy which produces newspapers. We have seen the type-setter's fingers stained wi

l youths, who at nightfall on an autumn day, sad and lonely, unearth and air your impotent longing for the capital,-you who feel yourselves to be poets, musicians, painters, orat