October 12, 2012
Those Were the Good Old Days

Rudyard Kipling remembers when he was a 17-year-old cub reporter in Lahore:

I never worked less than ten hours and seldom more than fifteen per diem; and as our paper came out in the evening did not see the midday sun except on Sundays. I had fever too, regular and persistent, to which I added for a while chronic dysentery. Yet I discovered that a man can work with a temperature of 104, even though next day he has to ask who wrote that article…

From the modern point of view, I suppose the life was not fit for a dog, but my world was filled with boys, but a few years older than I, who lived utterly alone, and died from typhus mostly, at the regulation age of twenty-two.



Posted by Jerome Doolittle at October 12, 2012 12:38 PM
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