William Miller Herschell · 2002

By Ray E. Boomhower

Upon awaking one day in May 1919 at his home at 958 Tecumseh Place near Woodruff Place in Indianapolis, a longtime feature reporter for the Indianapolis News trudged wearily to breakfast.

Turning to his wife, Josephine, the journalist complained that he had no idea what to write about for that day’s issue. Unsure of what to do, he picked up his typewriter and journeyed out of town, finally end­ing his sojourn in the countryside at Brandywine Creek in Greenfield, At the creek he spied an older man fishing while sitting on a log. When the reporter com­mented on the area’s beauty, the fisherman respond­ed, “I can’t complain, after all God’s been pretty good to Indiana, ain’t he?”

The offhand remark on this lonely stretch of water inspired the reporter, William Herschell, to write his masterpiece, “Ain’t God Good to Indiana?” The poem proved not only popular with Hoosiers (the work is inscribed on a bronze plaque in the rotunda of the Indiana statehouse), but with readers from around the country who clamored for copies. The demand grew so great that Josephine Herschell had to issue special printed facsimiles of the poem. During his career at the News, which started in 1902 and ended with his death at age sixty-six in 1939, William Herschell contributed countless poems and feature articles for the newspaper’s Saturday edition. In addition, his World War I song “Long Boy” con­tributed the doughboy refrain, “Goodbye Ma! Goodbye Pa! Goodbye mule with your old heehaw!” to the nation’s vocabulary. Herschell, a close compan­ion of James Whitcomb Riley, worked in a corner of the newspaper’s ninth floor that came to be dubbed the idle Ward. Along with Herschell, other members of that delightful company included cartoonists Gaar Williams and Frank McKinney “Kin” Hubbard, creator of the famous cracker-barrel philosopher Abe Martin. The three men were all very productive when it came to producing copy and illustrations, but they seemed idle to other employees because they always found time to discuss and gos­sip about the issues of the day.

Born in Spencer, Indiana, on Nov. 17, 1873, William Herschell was the eldest of six children born to Scottish immi­grants John and Martha (Leitch) Herschell. Trained as a blacksmith in his native Scotland, John Herschell worked for the Indianapolis and Vincennes Railroad and later served as foreman for a quarry near Spencer that supplied limestone for the state capi­tol. One of William Herschell’s earliest memories from his childhood was his father sitting by lamplight to recite to his family the poems of Robert Burns. John Herschell’s work with the Evansville, Rockport, and Eastern Railroad took his family to a succession of communities in south­western Indiana, including Rockport, Evansville, Huntingburg, and Princeton.

Although a desultory pupil at best, Herschell did display some of the writing talent he later used dur­ing his newspaper career. While a student in the Huntingburg school system, Herschell was falsely accused of running away with the teacher’s pet dog. An unabashed Herschell penned the following in reply: “Teacher says I stole his dog/But why should I steal Jim,/When teacher’s with me all day long/And I can look at him?” His talent for thumbing his nose at the school’s authorities proved to be Herschell’s undoing. As a seventh-grader, Herschell, already a solid supporter of the Republican party, played hooky from school to carry in a political parade a banner that proclaimed, °A Vote for Cleveland Means Souphouses.” The school’s principal found out about Herschell’s truancy-and political persuasion-and expelled him from school, noting, “Inasmuch as William Herschell had gone into politics he could not possibly wish further education.”

With the assistance of his father, Herschell found work as an apprentice railroad machinist. In 1894 when Eugene Debs’ American Railway Union told its members to refuse to handle Pullman cars in support of striking workers at the Pullman plants in Illinois, Herschell allied himself closely with the union cause. With the strike’s failure, Herschell found himself out of a job. Leaving the Hoosier State, Herschell toiled at a succession of jobs, but eventually found his way back to his native state, where he obtained employment as a night machinist for the Monon Railroad.

On a visit to his family in Princeton in 1896, Herschell met lames McCormick, who just three years before had started the Princeton Evening News, an inde­pendent Republican party daily. McCormick offered Herschell a job at the newspaper. “I’ll give you $9 a week, if you can get it,” McCormick said. Herschell did not discover what his editor had meant until the end of his first week. After everyone else on the paper had received his wages, there remained only $4 left for Herschell. Week after week there never seemed to be enough funds to pay Herschell his full $9 salary. On one occasion McCormick even had to borrow brown wrapping paper from a local butcher in order to pub­lish his afternoon newspaper. An editorial dedicated the issue as “A Souvenir Edition to Our Creditors.” To supplement his meager income, Herschell served as the Princeton correspondent for several larger news­papers, including the Indianapolis News. Herschell some­times used his money from other publications to buy enough newsprint for McCormick to print his paper.

Although McCormick and Herschell became close friends, the publisher did not stand in his prot6g6 s way when in 1898 Herschell was offered a job with the Evansville journal. Before Herschell left for his new duties, he found waiting for him in the newspaper’s editorial office a gold watch, a going-away present from McCormick. Later, Herschell dedicated his 1922 book Howdy All: And Other Care-Free Rhymes to McCormick, noting that the editor taught him it was “easier to swing a pencil than a hammer.” A year after joining the Evansville newspaper, Herschell left to join the staff of the Indianapolis Press as a police reporter. With the folding of the Press after only sixteen months, Herschell moved to the Terre Haute Tribune. He returned to Indianapolis in 1902 for a position with the Indianapolis journal.

Herschell’s work soon caught the attention of Dick Herrick, secretary to Indianapolis News editor Hilton U. Brown. Herrick told his boss that Herschell was “full of fun, can write rhymes and can make the dullest story read like a novel. He belongs here and ought to make
a top feature man.” Taking his secretary’s advice, Brown hired Herschell in April 1902, beginning the reporter’s thirty-seven-year association with the news­paper. In his early years on the News, Herschell served as a police and court reporter and won the lasting’ respect of the Indianapolis police department.

In 1911, News editor Richard Smith, impressed with Herschell’s poetry, assigned him to write poems and feature articles for the newspaper’s Saturday edi­tion. Herschell’s poems about such staples of city life as policemen, firemen, street urchins, and other char­acters appeared in the series “Songs of the City Streets.” Later, his paeans to rural life were highlight­ed in the series “Ballads of the Byways.” A fellow News employee noted that Herschell was a true democrat, a friend to everyone from bank presidents to truckers, and a person who could “rub elbows with prominent men at some important banquet, and the next day revel in a picnic at lndianapolis’ Douglass park.” The poetry Herschell wrote for the newspaper was collect­ed and published in a number of books during his life­time, including Songs of the Streets and Byways (1915), The Kid Has Gone to the Colors and Other Verse (1917), The Smile Bringer and Other Bits of Cheer (1919), Meet the Folks (1924), and Hitch and Come In (1928). A posthumous collection, Song of the Morning and Other Poems, which was put together by his widow, appeared in 1940.

Profiling Herschell for a biographical pamphlet produced by the News in 1926, B. Wallace Lewis described Herschell as looking “more like the manager of a successful retail store than a poet. He is big, with the kind of bigness that goes clear through. A round head, hair trimmed close, joins to a massive trunk with a powerful neck. The hands that once wielded a machinist’s hammer are strong and grip yours as if they meant it.”

Herschell died on Dec. 2, 1939, at his home. His last words to his wife were: “I’ll whip it yet, lo.” Reminiscing about Herschell’s life, the newspaper he served for so many years said that he had been a part of Indianapolis as much as the Indiana Soldiers and Sailors Monument. “He loved writing,” said the News, “he loved to compose his sincere verse, but most of all he loved people. Otherwise he could not have writ­ten so inspiringly of their lives.”


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