Trash Cinema: The Lure of the Low

I was a very smart child at the age of thirteen-an unusually smart child, I thought at the time. It was then that I did my first newspaper scribbling, and most unexpectedly to me it stirred up a fine sensation in the community. It did, indeed, and I was very proud of it, too. I was a printer's "devil," and a progressive and aspiring one. My uncle had me on his paper (the Weekly Hannibal Journal, two dollars a year, in advance-five hundred subscribers, and they paid in cord-wood, cabbages, and un…