A couple of years after the establishment of the _Evening Sun_ Brisbane was made its managing editor--a big job for a man of twenty-three years. In 1890 he went to the _World_, where he became the editor of the Sunday magazine and the most illustrious exponent of that startling form of graphic art which demonstrates to the reader, without calling upon his brain for undue effort, how much taller than the Washington Monument would be New York’s daily consumption of dill pickles, if piled monumentwise. Seven years later Mr. Hearst took Brisbane from Mr. Pulitzer and made him editor of the _Evening Journal_--a position eminently suited to his talents, for here he was able to write as he wished in that clear, simple style which had endeared him to the _Sun_. Brisbane’s newspaper style goes directly back to the writing of William O. Bartlett. It has its terse, cutting qualities, the avoidance of all but the simplest words, and the direct drive at the object to be attained. Brisbane, too, adopted the Dana principle that nothing was more valuable in editorial writing, for the achievement of a purpose, than iteration and reiteration. This was the plan that Dana always followed in his political battles--incessant drum-fire. Brisbane uses it now as proprietor of the Washington _Times_, which he bought from Frank A. Munsey, the present owner of the _Sun_, in June, 1917. John R. Spears was one of the big _Sun_ men for fifteen years. He, like Amos Cummings and Julian Ralph, was brought up in the atmosphere of a printing-office as a small boy; but in 1866, when he was sixteen years old, he entered the Naval Academy at Annapolis and spent a couple of years as a naval cadet. His cruise around the world in a training-ship filled him with a love of the sea that never left him. His marine knowledge helped him and the _Sun_, for which he wrote fine stories of the international yacht-races between the Mayflower and the Galatea (1886) and the Volunteer and the Thistle (1887). Spears liked wild life on land, too, and the _Sun_ sent him into the mountains of West Virginia and Kentucky to tell of the feuds of the Hatfields and the McCoys. He went into the Ozarks to write up the Bald Knobbers, and he sent picturesque stories, in the eighties, from No Man’s Land, that unappropriated strip between Kansas and Texas which knew no law from 1850, when it was taken from Mexico, until 1890, when it became a part of the new State of Oklahoma.