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Mr. Smith continues his round and enters the reporters’ hall. Here 1500 reporters, in their respective places, facing an equal number of telephones, are communicating to the subscribers the news of the world as gathered during the night. The organization of this matchless service has often been described. Besides his telephone, each reporter, as the reader is aware, has in front of him a set of commutators, which enable him to communicate with any desired telephotic line. Thus the subscribers not only hear the news but see the occurrences. When an incident is described that is already past, photographs of its main features are transmitted with the narrative. And there is no confusion withal. The reporters’ items, just like the different stories and all the other component parts of the journal, are classified automatically according to an ingenious system, and reach the hearer in due succession. Furthermore, the hearers are free to listen only to what specially concerns them. They may at pleasure give attention to one editor and refuse it to another.

Mr. Smith next addresses one of the ten reporters in the astronomical department–a department still in the embryonic stage, but which will yet play an important part in journalism.

“Well, Cash, what’s the news?”

“We have phototelegrams from Mercury, Venus, and Mars.”

“Are those from Mars of any interest?”

“Yes, indeed. There is a revolution in the Central Empire.”

“And what of Jupiter?” asked Mr. Smith.

“Nothing as yet. We cannot quite understand their signals. Perhaps ours do not reach them.”

“That’s bad,” exclaimed Mr. Smith, as he hurried away, not in the best of humor, toward the hall of the scientific editors.

With their heads bent down over their electric computers, thirty scientific men were absorbed in transcendental calculations. The coming of Mr. Smith was like the falling of a bomb among them.

“Well, gentlemen, what is this I hear? No answer from Jupiter? Is it always to be thus? Come, Cooley, you have been at work now twenty years on this problem, and yet–“

“True enough,” replied the man addressed. “Our science of optics is still very defective, and though our mile-and-three-quarter telescopes.”

“Listen to that, Peer,” broke in Mr. Smith, turning to a second scientist. “Optical science defective! Optical science is your specialty. But,” he continued, again addressing William Cooley, “failing with Jupiter, are we getting any results from the moon?”

“The case is no better there.”

“This time you do not lay the blame on the science of optics. The moon is immeasurably less distant than Mars, yet with Mars our communication is fully established. I presume you will not say that you lack telescopes?”

“Telescopes? O no, the trouble here is about inhabitants!”

“That’s it,” added Peer.

“So, then, the moon is positively uninhabited?” asked Mr. Smith.

“At least,” answered Cooley, “on the face which she presents to us. As for the opposite side, who knows?”

“Ah, the opposite side! You think, then,” remarked Mr. Smith, musingly, “that if one could but–“

“Could what?”

“Why, turn the moon about-face.”

“Ah, there’s something in that,” cried the two men at once. And indeed, so confident was their air, they seemed to have no doubt as to the possibility of success in such an undertaking.

“Meanwhile,” asked Mr. Smith, after a moment’s silence, “have you no news of interest to-day?”

“Indeed we have,” answered Cooley. “The elements of Olympus are definitively settled. That great planet gravitates beyond Neptune at the mean distance of 11,400,799,642 miles from the sun, and to traverse its vast orbit takes 1311 years, 294 days, 12 hours, 43 minutes, 9 seconds.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” cried Mr. Smith. “Now inform the reporters of this straightaway. You know how eager is the curiosity of the public with regard to these astronomical questions. That news must go into to-day’s issue.”