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Schuyler Colfax died here in Mankato, Minnesota, something I really dug into after our paper received a letter to the editor about the history. He was on the lecture circuit, going city to city to talk about this friendship with Lincoln and his time as the Speaker and VP. He was on his way home to South Bend and had to switch train lines in Mankato. It was 30 below zero and he had to walk from one train station to another, maybe a half-mile walk at most. He got to the other station and dropped dead of a heart attack. We pulled up the NYT obituary and later got a group together on the anniversary to walk from the one depot that still stands to where the other one was (now a park where a sign does mention it as the spot where Colfax died). A musician friend of mine in town was so intrigued when I told him that he wrote a sort-of folk song about it. Nice to know he was a newspaper man, too! Maybe he would have appreciated our curiosity and interest.An ink-stained wretch at his core.
We had a columnist who once wrote: “There was no anonimousity between them.” The copy desk figured anonimousity is when you hate someone but don’t know who it isThis reminded me of something a former principal said at the school where I teach. Another teacher and I had to separate these two kids from getting into a fight. Later, the principal tracked us down.
Me: "Did you know of animosity between them?"
Principal: "No, there was no mosity."
Not a damn thing. **** you, Murdoch.What qualifies him to make that much and be someone millions of people trust to make sense of the world?
That's where you hate a mouse that you don't know.We had a columnist who once wrote: “There was no anonimousity between them.” The copy desk figured anonimousity is when you hate someone but don’t know who it is