A CALL FOR THE JOURNAL.

A CALL FOR THE JOURNAL.

A $60,000 fire occurred in Fulton Street Monday night, destroying the building No. 174, occupied as a paint and oil store, a printing office and a bookbindery. The interior of the building was totally destroyed, and there will be but little salvage on the contents. The rear of this building abuts the JOURNAL office, and the Firemen found it necessary to run a line of hose through our establishment in order to reach the burning building. They spilt some water around our premises, but did not do much damage. On coming to the office next morning, we found Capt. Wilson, of the Insurance Patrol, had spread his tarpaulins over our desks, and other property, and generally taken possession of our effects. This is the second time he has done this in the brief four months during which the JOURNAL has been one of the recognized institutions of the country. And still we do not bear him any ill-will. He is welcome to do so some more, when our neighbors get on fire. In fact, we regard him and his men in the light of natural protectors, duly delegated to spread tarpaulins over our imperilled property, or do such other things as may to them seem right and proper to protect it from the “ fire fiend.” But we do hope said “ fiend” will not give us another scare immediately.

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