The Fly Leaf
A Pamphlet Periodical of
the New—the New Man,
New Woman, New Ideas,
Whimsies and Things.
Conducted by Walter Blackburn Harte.
Published Monthly by the Fly Leaf Publishing Co.
Subscription One Dollar a Year. Single Copies 10
Cents. December, 1895. Number One.
The Fly Leaf.
A Pamphlet Periodical of the New—the
new man, new woman, new ideas,
whimsies and things. Conducted by
Walter Blackburn Harte.Published monthly. Single copies 10 cents;subscription, $1.00 a year. Subscriptions to bemade payable to W. B. Harte, 269 St. BotolphStreet, Boston, Mass. Subscriptions may beleft with newsdealers, or sent direct to the publisher.
Business communications should be addressedsimply W. B. Harte, 269 St. Botolph Street,Boston. All matter intended for publicationshould be sent to same address. All MSS. mustbe accompanied by properly stamped addressedenvelope, and those found unavailable will bepromptly returned. Everything will be fairlyconsidered, according to the requirements of theFly Leaf. Unknown writers of ability will bewelcomed. All articles and sketches must beshort and piquant—not exceeding 1200 or 1500words.
Entered at the Boston Post Office as secondclass mail matter.
Copyright, 1895, by W. B. Harte,
The trade supplied by the New England NewsCompany.
Of course the most important event of themonth in this favored part of the world is theunheralded advent of such a robust youngster asthe Fly Leaf. Oh yes, thank you, Mrs. Grundy,we are doing very well indeed—a very healthyand vigorous infant and a favorite already; andwe may be able to show a very pretty set of teethin a month or two, if occasion should demand.Some of our distinguished contemporaries willperceive the delicacy of this metaphor; albeitthe babe is quite good-natured.
And now a few words about the aims and purposesof the Fly Leaf will be in order—andthe incidental commentary may be found to beequally interesting. For the Fly Leaf, althoughbut the bantling of yesterday, has been nursedin the lap of harsh experience, and is at least aswise as some drivelling and decrepit contemporariesit finds lagging superfluous on the stage.
It is true that the field of contemporary journalismis already fairly well stocked with variousperiodicals, of various shades of unprovoked domesticity,and innocuous intention in the way of[2]imparting that miscellaneous misinformation,which is the mental stock-in-trade of the millionseverywhere, and put into print day after day,is the most effective bar to tolerance and growthand hospitality of thought. But there is plenty ofroom for the Fly Leaf. These highly respectablepublications are all competing with eachother, and reaping the rich rewards that are theportion of those who have invested their capitalin the impossible virtues and spotless innocenceof the Young Person. They are all reportedt