The political scandals made good reading, but the _Sun_ was not content to feed its readers on investigations. It put a little bit of everything on their breakfast-plates--the Moody and Sankey revivals, Mr. Keely’s motor, which didn’t work, and young Edison’s multiple telegraph, which did; the baseball games of the days when Spalding pitched for Boston and Anson and Reach were at first and second base, respectively, for the Philadelphia Athletics; the presentation of a cup to John Cable Heenan, the prize-fighter, as the handsomest and best-dressed man at the ball of the Shandley Association; an interview with Joaquin Miller on Longfellow; the wiggles of the sea-serpent off Swampscott; a ghost-story from Long Island, with a beautiful spook lashed to the rigging of a spectral bark; the arrival of New York’s first Chinese laundryman; Father Tom Burke’s lectures on Ireland; the lectures of Tyndall on newly-discovered phenomena of light; the billiard-matches between Cyrille Dion and Maurice Daly; a tar-and-feathers party in Brooklyn--the _Sun_ skimmed the pan of life and served the cream for two cents. The familiar three-story head-line, which was first used by the _Sun_ on the day of Grant’s inauguration, and which stayed the same until long after Mr. Dana’s death, attracted readers with the magic of the head-writers’ art. “The Skull in the Chimney,” “Shaved by a Lady Barber,” “A Man Hanged by Women,” “Burned Alive for $5,000,” “The Murder in the Well,” “Death Leap in a Theatre,” “An Aged Sinner Hanged,” “The Duel in the Bedroom,” “Horrors of a Madhouse,” “A Life for a Love-Letter”--none could glance at the compelling titles of the _Sun_ stories without remaining to read. They are still fascinating in an age when lady barbers would attract no attention. A typical _Sun_ of 1874 might contain, in its four pages, six columns about the Beecher-Tilton case; four columns of editorial articles; a letter from Eli Perkins (Melville DeLancey Landon) at Saratoga, declaring that the spa was standing still commercially because of its lack of good drinking-water; a column, also from Saratoga, describing the defeat of Preakness by Springbok; the latest in the strange case of Charley Ross; a column headed “Life in the Metropolis--Dashes Here and There by the _Sun’s_ Reporters”; a column of “Sunbeams,” a column about trout-fishing, two columns of general news, and five columns of advertisements. Instead of Eli Perkins’s letter, there might be a critique by Leopold Damrosch, from Baireuth, of Wagner’s “Götterdämmerung,” just presented; or a dissection, by “Monsieur X,” of E. A. Sothern’s _Dundreary_. “Monsieur X” was Napoleon Leon Thiéblin, who was for years one of the _Sun’s_ most distinguished critics and essayists. He was that kind of newspaperman who could--and did--write on Saturday of the political news of Bismarck and on Sunday of the crowd at Coney Island.