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ROBERT NEILSON STEPHENS—A MEMORY One crisp evening early in March, 1887, I climbed the three flights of rickety stairs to the fourth floor of the old “Press” building to begin work on the “news desk.” Important as the telegraph department was in making the newspaper, the desk was a crude piece of carpentry. My companions of the blue pencil irreverently termed it “the shelf.” This was my second night in the novel dignity of editorship. Though my r