The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1885-02-21
THE NEW REPORTER.

the Rising of the Moon.
The new reporter rushed up the two
flights of stairs and into the editorial
rooms so fast that he lost his breath and
his cigarette. 0
"Havo you got the fgeP" he gaspodi
tremendous fire out east here"
No, we hadn't got tho fire. THE new
reporter seemed PIT out because every
body in the office took 1t so ooolly.
The.new reporteralways thinks fora
week or two that his energy and new
methods of collecting news are going
to reform the paper, and make half the
old-timers resign through ohagrin.
He clustered Indignantly: II believe
you'd sit there and let the city burn up.
There's n tremendous fire at East
Buffalo. Tho sky is all red"
''Please look after it, Mr.. Verde"
said the city editor.
The new reporter acted as If he
thought six men ut least--of the ordi-
nary, Flooding kind-would have been
detailed to work up the fire, He said
nothing, but gave the telephone
savage twist.
"Hello, Central. Where's the firep
Don't know (soto vooe: you take the
cake, sure--the Central telephone
Office hasn't heard of il, and half East
Buflalo's in a hlazeD Say, hello therel
give me fire headquarters.
us this fire headquartersP What
box sent in the alarm on this firop EhP
No alarml Well, won't you telegraph
out to the eastern precincts and seepn
After moment of silence, during
which the new reporter expressed dis
views of the utter incompetency Of the
fire department., the telephone bell
tinl1led.
"Well, hellol no fire reportedp' turn
ing from the instrument. "Well,
doesn't that beat all! Some day when
there's room I'd like to write up this
fire telegraph service. I'll give 'em
something to think of !"
"The expression of opinions is re-
served for the editorial side of the pa
per, }" replied the city editor. ''But
suppose You 90 down on the street and
take an observation. The, evening is
early, so you are not likely to get left
on the fire" "Getting left is tho bette
noir of the reporter. Great generals,
able diplomats, good reporters, never
submit, willingly, to "being left' by a
rival
In about two minutes Mr.. Verde
came tearing into tho office. "The
heavens are all ablazo, y hepanted.
amy exeitementp"
He hadn'tnoticed. He thought there
was. But the fire must be among the
refineries, or railroad shops, or some
thing of that sort, away out in the sub
urbs.
"What--what shall IdoP Shall / get
a coupe and drive out Seneca streetp"
That he didn't know what to do next
was q Notifying admission to the new
reporter; and his suggestion to take a
carriage ride in search of fire was
one that made the veteran railroad re-
porter yell. 49,
Hire a eoupor' he ieorod. "IIire a
hall and invite the people to tell you
whore there's~a barn on fire! Hire O
special train and report the 'conilagra-
tion' from q Pullman coach. Why moi
hire balloon and interview the illum.
mated heavens, freshieP"
"Oh, hold up,'' said the city editor
lit doesn't seem an easy thing to get
Mt. You might call up some Of The
train dispatchers' Offices at East Bpf
falo.n
After a somewhat uncertain wrestlt
with the telephone, Mrs Verde TO
ported: ,st8srsf -
"The man at the Lackawanna .cross
ing says the fire is further east, liz
says the sky IS getting redder every
minute. Probably Aurora is burning
| up,She says, but it isn't quite in thai
direction ~ I7n.ss 80
'"See if you can getGhe Office at.Lan
CASTER or aNB At1
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