L. Frank Baum

“ The superiority of our newspapers has been a factor in making us the greatest nation on earth, for we are the best informed."
"My, what big words!" exclaimed Louise.
"It is quite true," said Uncle John soberly, "that I shall miss our daily paper during our four months' retirement in these fascinating wilds. It's the one luxury we can't enjoy in our country retreat."
"Why not?" asked Patsy, with startling abruptness, while a queer expression—as of an inspiration—stole over her bright face.
"Chump!" said Beth, drily; "you know very well why not, Patsy Doyle. ”

“ That's what that queer tramp at the Junction House asked for," remarked Beth. "The first thought of even a hobo was for a morning paper. I wonder why men are such slaves to those gossipy things."
"Phoo!" cried Patsy; "we're all slaves to them. Show me a person who doesn't read the daily journals and keep abreast of the times and I'll show you a dummy."
"Patsy's right," remarked Arthur Weldon. "The general intelligence and cosmopolitan knowledge of the people are best cultivated by the newspapers. ”

“ Louise writes lovely poetry and 'stories of human interest,' and Beth—"
"I can't write even a good letter," asserted that young lady; "but I'd dearly love to edit a newspaper."
"Of course," agreed Louise; "we all would. ”