Mr. Hinton joined Mr. Murdoch’s first paper, The News, in Adelaide, at age 15….
The New York Times, July 16, 2011
Too young to drink. Too young to drive. Too young to vote. But not too young to write sexy (or otherwise exciting) stories for The News of the World, or anyone else, if the editors would take them. This was the world of the British Empire’s boy reporters in the 1950s and early 60s — at fifteen and sixteen years old — under a system of journalism that had it roots, at home and abroad, in the medieval guild system.
It was a system that attracted the entrepreneurial young man who could think fast and write quickly. It favored the quick-witted, cheerful, cheeky, imaginative, opportunistic and sometimes lightly pig-headed young men who did not intend to remain where they were. Scotsmen and Liverpudlians were particularly suited to the calling. Scotsmen because, in Sir Compton Mackenzie’s words, “the Scots make romance out of commerce, and commerce out of romance.” The pre-eminent American example of such a man was Aberdeen-born Bertie Charles Forbes, who, after serving his time on Scottish newspapers (first apprenticed as a printer’s devil) did a stint in southern Africa on the Natal Mercury, and as managing editor of the Rand Daily Mail. In 1904, Forbes arrived in the United States where, in 1917, he founded Forbes Magazine.
Liverpool-born were suitable because — well, just imagine the Beatles as boy journalists. They were all of the above. These, and their counterparts in London, were the energetic reporters who gave British journalism its brio.
Had Les Hinton, the recently resigned sixty-seven-year-old News Corp. executive, been born four miles further south, he’d have been a Liverpudlian. As it is, Bootle, his birthplace, has the same accent and mores as the city it abuts. Hinton’s parents emigrated to Australia post-World War II when Hinton was fifteen, and he quickly landed a job on The News, in Adelaide, being run by twenty-eight-year-old Rupert Murdoch. Had Hinton remained in Britain, he might, similarly, have ended up on any of the city or regional newspapers looking for a “likely lad.”
As it was, he had a similar exposure — with this difference: had he found a boy reporter’s job at fifteen in Britain, Hinton’s parents would have had to sign his apprenticeship papers, for he was too young to sign them for himself. The three-year term as an indentured servant to the newspaper was the only way for a young Brit to get started (in those days women need not apply). He would have had to learn shorthand (120 words-per-minute) and typing (75 words-per-minute) on his own time; his regular attendance at his “institute” (run by the Newspaper Guild), usually on a Wednesday, would give him what he needed most: law, law, and more law. (The only place then, as now, the British journalist is free of the threat of libel, is reporting from court. If it is in the court record, it may be printed.)
An apprentice’s pay was a ludicrously small amount. Reporter B.C. Forbes started in 1900 at $2.50 a week. Mine, a half-century later, was not, in terms of buying power, much better. There was a system in place in British journalism, however, that enabled one to survive: freelancing. It could be done informally and formally.
Formally was the usual style. This was the case at the Warrington Guardian Series (founded 1854, thirteen years after The News of the World) to which I, a Liverpool-born sixteen-year-old, was apprenticed. (Warrington is the major town on the River Mersey east of Liverpool, halfway between Liverpool and Manchester.) My managing editor in Warrington, Reg Thompson, typical of many regional managing editors, controlled the “string” to the nationals, hence “stringers.” He took 15 percent of whatever we made and split of portion of that with Les Senescal, the chief reporter, who ran the newsroom.