THE 'ATLANTIC DAILY MAIL'

Evening Star, Issue 19273, 11 June 1926, Page 5

THE ' ATLANTIC DAILY MAIL '

The wireless operator adjusts his headphones, ami 2,000 miles away, at in Oxfordshire, the ‘Duly Mail’ begins U nh-hUv conversation with the fleets of the, Cunard and Anchor steamship lines scattered across the wastes of I bo AlDnuc. To-morrow ilm ‘Adamic Daily Mail wn tell overtone in (lie ship what it, was ail about (writes H. IT. Morrison, m the 'lh’.ilv Mail ’). JVit-diash dash-del. . . ■ the sound steiV across iV little cabin, a faint tinkle, a veritable, news bell in my car. Across 2 000 miles of sunshine, rain, calm, and piles GBL is speaking, felling in a thousand words, shon-clippcd sentences, bow msnIdni has dene his day's work and play, telling of tragedy, of comedy, of war, of peace, of hich finance and low politics. Pony minutes later, full of news, tea, and biscuits, 1 step out into (he dark (sometimes the most wonderful moonsot) or th« hours before Iho dawn. Down six docks I creep white the ship rocks gently, asleep. As ] reach the “shop” I hoar the c,ic,c of the linotype machine, this unique linotype, swuns on mas-dye springs ami clamped to the floor and roof. Few ami far between aro (he. ships with a linotype machine on board, and the Mauretania was the first, to install it. , „ „ . The operator is " soil incr _np British Official the Government bulletin sent out nightly' al 8 o’clock, Greenwich mean time. To-day British Official came at 5 p.m.. for we are already three, hour, behind London. I trimmed it before dinner and served it ■hot with headlines. After dinner I danced in the ballroom till something _ told me wo 'Daily Mail’ news bell was ringing. “How many columns set up?” The three of us look glum—operator, printer, and myself. There ;s a nights work ahead of us. ‘D.ii'y 'Mail' London, and our correspondent'in the United States (who will talk (o us for more than an hour Irom Chatham Station Ala s;.chuselt«, before night is out), mid the British Oflieial-frorn these three sources Iho news is drawn. The co.nrans must bo full, in good measure pressed down. Now Uic imv* poslm arc printed, tno flat-bod printing machine is in its stride, and I am going lo sleep. At 8 o'clock tile ' Daily Mail’_ will bo delivered to the passengers in their cabins by the steward, who brings the early cup of tea, just, as it is in London or Manchester or Paris.