"The life of a Chinese journalist is a happy one. He is free from care and thought, and allows all the work of the establishment to be done by the pressman. The Chinese compositor has not yet arrived. The Chinese editor, like the rest of his countrymen, is imitative. He does not depend upon his brain for editorials, but translates them from all the contemporaneous American papers he can get. There is no humorous department in the Chinese newspaper. The newspaper office has no exchanges scattered over the floor, and in nearly all other things it differs from the American establishment. The editorial room is connected by a ladder with bunks on a loft above, where the managing editor sleeps, and next to it is, invariably, a room fitted with an opium bunk and a lay out. Evidences of domestic life are about the place - pots, kettles and dishes taking up about as much room as the press. If an editor finds that journalism does not pay he gets a job at washing dishes or chopping wood, and he does not think he has descended far, either." - Literary World.