Posted by: Diane Langton/SourceMedia Group News | July 18, 2009

That’s the way it was

From the archives, I pulled this farewell column by Walter Cronkite, who died on Friday, July 17, 2009. It was published in The Gazette on Aug. 21, 2004.

In the olden, more graceful days, a writer temporarily or permanently deserting the profession  surely would say that he was “laying down his pen.” In our modern digital age, the  equivalent declaration would be, I suppose, that I am unplugging my computer.

That would not only be far less graceful, but it would likely be erroneous. The computer will still be here, and occasionally it will be put to use, but no longer in the service of this weekly column.

This will be the last of these offerings through King Features Syndicate. That worthy organization a year ago gave me the opportunity to return to the profession I always thought of as my real home – writing for print, working as a newspaperman.

That is what we used to call ourselves. When I entered the field as a cub reporter in Austin, Texas, 68 years ago, it was rare that we used the exalted word “journalist” to describe ourselves. There were but a few women among our midst, and I apologize that I don’t recall what title we gave to identify them. The “journalist” formality seems to have overwhelmed the profession sometime in the last half-century, perhaps necessitated by the advent of so many other sources of news – radio, television and now the Internet.

In 1950, I deserted print to spend more than half a century helping to pioneer television news. Most of those years were spent traveling the world as the CBS anchorman on all the big stories: at home – the political conventions, the national elections; and abroad – the summit meetings in Vienna, Paris and Moscow, and the anniversary celebrations of D-Day, which I had originally covered as a United Press war correspondent.

Those television days unfolded into years and were rewarding – and yet … And yet they were not entirely satisfactory for an old newspaperman. The restrictions of time in television reporting were a constant frustration. There were space limitations in the newspapers, of course, but nothing like those brief headlines that passed for news stories on the magic tube.

Thus it was that this yearlong return to the newspapers was such a happy conclusion to this newspaperman’s career. It was a pleasure to feel that I was contributing at least a line or two to the newspapers’ importance in the public dialogue.

This importance is not as fragile as might be assumed by the fact that yesterday’s newspaper is such a handy wrapping for today’s garbage. Yesterday’s newspaper, carefully filed away, is the custodian of our history. From those newspaper files future historians will wring from the past the very essence of who we were and the world in which we lived.

The future of our civilization incubates in those newspaper files. From them will be extracted the knowledge that will point the way for future generations to avoid our worst mistakes and find the path to an even better world. Ah, yes, it is a heavy responsibility to the future that the newspaperman and newspaperwoman contributes by his or her daily effort.

I was proud to once again be a part of the newspaper world, but it has proved harder than I expected to fit the exacting deadline of a weekly column into my heavy schedule of television and radio documentaries and public speaking.

It is my hope that the writing you found here was at least adequate, but that, far more importantly, the reporting, and its fundamental research, was especially faithful, and, of course, that my conclusions were honest and fair, for these are the standards by which all newspapermen – make that journalists – should be judged.

Farewell to all of you loyal readers, and please accept my regrets that I found it impossible to answer your thousands of e-mail letters, which frequently offered most valuable opinion and comment that, indeed, broadened my own perspective on the important issues of the day. I learned a lot from you. I hope this was to some degree reciprocal.

This appeared in an “Around the Town” column on Jan. 28, 1958 about Cronkite’s appearance at a Chamber of Commerce dinner on Jan. 22:

WALTER CRONKITE, who spoke at the annual C.R. Chamber dinner Wednesday night, had plane trouble, too. There was a mixup in his connections in Chicago and he wound up in Iowa City instead of Cedar Rapids. To make matters worse, his luggage parted  company with him along the way. He arrived in Cedar Rapids without a change of clothes or even a toothbrush. Lew Van Nostrand fixed hjm up with a razor, lent him clean linen and a suit of clothes. When Cronkite told the Chamber audience about his difficulties, Clarence McIntyre, United Air Lines station manager, was naturally embarrassed. But he kept his sense of humor. “I’m accustomed,” said Clarence, “to discussing difficulties with a customer or even a group of customers, but 1,000 people! …”




  1. Good riddance to Walter. He was a socialist at heart who questioned the sovereignty of our great country. Here’s what he said:

    “It seems to many of us that if we are to avoid the eventual catastrophic world conflict we must strengthen the United Nations as a first step toward a world government patterned after our own government with a legislature, executive and judiciary, and police to enforce its international laws and keep the peace,” he said. “To do that, of course, we Americans will have to yield up some of our sovereignty. That would be a bitter pill. It would take a lot of courage, a lot of faith in the new order.”

    To hell with socialists!!

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