The Pioneer American Newspaper Girls Who Inspired a Novel

The story behind writing Dark Heart of Chicago

“In the late nineteenth century an extraordinary breed of new journalists appeared on the scene in America. The world had seen nothing like them before. They were young, feisty, courageous and iconoclastic — and they were women.”

HELEN RAPPAPORT

Women Journalists appear on the scene

In 2005-6 I made my only foray so far into fiction, when I co-wrote Dark Hearts of Chicago with novelist William Horwood. The book was published in 2007; a year later a considerably edited-down version was repackaged in paperback under a pseudonym James Conan, as City of Dark Hearts. I still regret the many cuts made to the original, for which I have huge affection. Working on it taught me a lot about story telling and narrative. It also inspired me to develop a non-fiction book proposal.

I spent a lot of time researching and writing the material for Stunt Girls, Sob Sisters and Muckrakers: Heroines of American Investigative Reporting, but despite the best efforts of two agents, here and in the USA, nobody wanted it. Uncovering as it does so many lost stories from women’s history, I shall release some of the research material as individual episodes in a series of ©Stories From the Footnotes that will be a regular feature on this website. Here is a taster of what sparked my interest in these truly inspirational women.

In the late nineteenth century an extraordinary breed of new journalists appeared on the scene in America. The world had seen nothing like them before. They were young, feisty, courageous and iconoclastic – and they were women. Leaving the security and obscurity of their homes in midwestern towns, or sometimes even the Kansas prairie, they headed off to the big city in search of an independent life and new challenges. It was a unique, bred in the bone frontier spirit that drove this generation of ‘free American girls’, as they liked to think of themselves. All in various ways were determined to get away from home, from controlling parents, and the expectations of a pre-ordained life of marriage, motherhood and domesticity.

At first they were looked upon as a mere novelty and forced into anonymity. No by-lines for them but a succession of coy pseudonyms like ‘Bessie Bramble’, ‘Lucy Locket’, ‘Polly Pry’ or ‘Meg Merrilees’. Their reporting ambitions were thwarted too, with most of them finding themselves consigned to the tame backwaters of woman’s-page writing and the endless round of bishop’s tea parties, sewing patterns, flower shows and genteel philanthropy.

But slowly and inexorably, through the power of their often courageous investigative reporting, these young women would change the face of American journalism forever; and none more so than Elizabeth ‘Pink’ Cochrane from Pittsburgh. It was the fearless way in which she fought her way into the tough, competitive, male-dominated world of the American press that directly inspired the creation of Emily Strauss of the New York World and the writing of Dark Hearts of Chicago. During the Pulitzer–Hearst newspaper wars of the 1890s and the rise of the sensationalist ‘yellow’ press she led the way with a new brand of often dangerous investigative work.

Nellie Bly

She rose to fame under the pseudonym Nellie Bly – a name chosen by her editor from the title of a popular song. Bored and restless with the limitations of her first reporting job on the Pittsburg Dispatch, the 23-year-old Bly upped and headed for the big city, leaving a hasty note on her desk: ‘I am off for New York. Look out for me’. Here, in the spring of 1887, the Manhattan that greeted Nellie Bly and her fellow women journalists was an exciting place, a world of endless opportunity. Park Row, and the two blocks south to Ann Street in Lower Manhattan, where all the New York dailies were located, was their mecca. But if any one building epitomised the dreams and aspirations of would-be newspaper girls, it was the Pultizer Building with its glittering golden dome dominating Park Row, which was home to newspaper magnate Joseph Pulitzer’s New York World. There was only one thing girls like Nellie Bly with her head full of ideals wanted: a place on the New York World’s staff.

The aim of the new women journalists was to work on Newspaper Row, New York

It took all Bly’s considerable persuasive skills to talk her way into a job on the World. But within months she had become a household name with a sensational series of reports – ‘Ten Days in a Mad-House’ in which she graphically described to horrified readers of the World her feigning of mental illness in order to engineer her incarceration in New York’s notorious Blackwell Island insane asylum.

 

The stories filed after her release by Nellie, aka the ‘Pretty Crazy Girl’, were the talk of New York. At a time when women were still generally viewed as demure and virtuous domestic angels, petite, pretty, non-nonsense Nellie Bly was hitting the front pages right across America. She started as she meant to go on, adhering in her news reporting always to her own special mantra:

Determine Right. Decide Fast. Apply energy. Act with Conviction. Fight to the Finish. Accept the Consequences. Move on.

Bly soon capped this story in 1889–90 with one of the biggest and most glamorous publicity stunts of all time, beating Phileas Fogg’s fictional voyage around the world in 80 days by doing the journey in only 72.

She made light of her achievement, dismissing it as ‘not so very much for a woman to do who has the pluck, energy and independence which characterize many women in this day of push and get-there’. Needless to say, Bly’s intrepid reporting quickly prompted many other eager but less talented would-be female journalists to mimic her exploits, often risking their lives in order to churn out eye-grabbing headlines such as ‘A Mother’s Awful Crime; ‘A Bride but not a Wife’, ‘Baptized in Blood’. In the all-out war to win precious scoops over each other, the new breed of stunt girls regularly put their lives at risk. Such was the fierce competition between them that one cynical observer alleged that they would even ‘sell their honour for a column of newspaper matter’. With no formal training for journalists then available, these young and naïve cub reporters learnt their craft the hard way, in the university of life. ‘I picked up the facts of life at the police court, the waterfront, the morgue, and the emergency hospital. It was easy for a quick kid,’ recalls a laconic Milly Bennett, who had been only twenty when she started out on the San Francisco Daily News.

In pursuit of a story the Stunt Girls went undercover as sweatshop girls, rag-pickers and box factory workers; they worked as laundresses and flower sellers; posed as chorus girls, serving maids, artist’s models, beggars, lunatics, Salvation Army girls and prostitutes. They went up in balloons, risked attacks of the bends by going down into the caissons of the newly constructed Brooklyn Bridge, rode on elephants and even went into the lion’s cage at the circus. They ventured alone on horseback out into the backwoods to report on mountain feuds and moonshiners and even camped out in haunted houses watching for ghosts. Some subjected themselves to mesmerists. Others risked physical injury by seeking ‘treatment’ at the rough hands of back street abortionists in an attempt to expose their rackets.

Ada Patterson

Women Journalists:  These Women Were A Very Tough Breed

One green young girl reporter, on arriving for her first day on a Utah newspaper, was sent to report on an execution, the paper’s male reporter being too dead drunk to handle the story. Ada Patterson stood on the gallows with the other reporters and watched Arthur Duestrow hang in 1897; in 1899 she witnessed the first electrocution of a woman – Martha Place at Sing Sing in New York. These young women were a very tough breed.

Over on the San Francisco Examiner meanwhile, Annie Laurie (aka Winifred Sweet Black) rapidly established herself as William Randolph Hearst’s answer to Nellie Bly. Feigning sickness on a San Francisco street, Black had had herself carted off to the local public hospital in order to expose the appalling conditions and maltreatment of the poor there. Later, she went undercover in Utah to report on polygamy among the Mormons, but her biggest coup came when she disguised herself as a boy to investigate conditions in the closed city of Galveston, Texas after a freak hurricane in 1900 had killed 7,000 people there. The presses soon rolled, bannering the portentous biblical tones of Black’s leader story: ‘Corpse-Laden Waters Lit by Funeral Pyres: Winifred Black Crosses the Dismal Bay of Death to the Desolate City of Disaster’ – headlines guaranteed to sell thousands of extra copies for Mr Hearst.

Winifred Black

But whilst Bly and Black went on to become the highest earning women journalists of their day, another star rose and fell all too soon. Nellie Bly might have inspired with her sheer guts and steely determination, but it was Nell Nelson who won my heart with her powerful, no-holds-barred undercover reporting of the exploitation of the ‘White Slave Girls of Chicago’ – the poor immigrant women whose lives were worn away in deadening drudgery in the city’s overcrowded and foul-smelling sweatshops. A week’s wage for an average poor immigrant hand-sewer in the Chicago sweatshops was as little as $2.50 – for a ten hour day, six days a week. Nelson’s powerful series of exposés are filled with rage at this ruthless exploitation, which she witnessed at first hand working undercover in the sweatshops. They provoked considerable controversy and fuelled widespread campaigning for sweatshop legislation in Illinois State. An indignant Nelson summed up the complacency of the American ideal when viewed against the widespread system of exploitation and abuse she had witnessed over a six-month period:

The birthright of an American girl maybe a glorious attribute on the deck of a transatlantic steamship or the floor of a London ball-room, but it is not worth the flop of a brass farthing in the cloak factories of Chicago.

I re-discovered Nell Nelson in my research for Dark Hearts of Chicago, but she is still virtually unknown and unsung even in the USA, so much so that it took a while to find her real name, Helen Cusack, and I am yet to trace a single photograph of her. The sweatshop sequences in Dark Hearts would not be what they are without her trenchant news reporting.

The life of an American newspaper girl was a short one. As one commentator observed in 1896: ‘in the world of modern wild-cat journalism the woman reporter lasts about four years’. Disillusion and burn-out would inevitably set in for many, including even the redoubtable Nellie Bly and Nell Nelson. The long hours, exhaustion and danger to which they constantly exposed themselves in pursuit of a good story took its toll both emotionally and physically. Personal relationships and marriages rarely survived the strain, or were simply excluded – a pragmatic choice on the part of many of these ambitious young women who from the outset rejected the domestic sphere of love, marriage and children all the time they were working.

Both of Winifred Sweet Black’s marriages failed and two of her children died in tragic circumstances. The light went out of Nellie Bly’s reporting the day she married a much older man in 1895 and became embroiled in his business ventures. Nell Nelson married well however – to Pulitzer’s business manager Solomon Carvalho – but soon afterwards, she too abandoned news reporting to breed horses on her farm in New Jersey.

Throughout her 35-year journalistic career Winifred Black had loathed being called a ‘Stunt girl’, asserting at all times that she was just ‘a plain practical all-around newspaperwoman’. She always remembered the good advice she had got after labouring long and hard over her first piece for the San Francisco Examiner, only to be hauled over the coals for her impossibly florid style. ‘We don’t want fine writing in a newspaper’, she had been told:

There’s a gripman on the Powell Street Line – he takes his car out at three o’clock in the morning, and while he’s waiting for the signals he opens the morning paper. It’s still wet from the press and by the light of his grip he reads it. Think of him when you’re writing a story. Don’t write a single word he can’t understand and wouldn’t read.

It was sound advice that guided her career and which we put into the mouth of our own Emily Strauss’s city editor in Dark Hearts of Chicago, as he sent her off in search of a missing girl.

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