The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-06
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From the San FTuSeEsco -ArooRaat'. ~sn9
Mr.. Dunnigan was stn4lingly receiving
the congregations of the other newspaper
men who gathered around Morman's supper
table. He had gwen his paper a sensa-
tional scoop that morning. and every
man who congratulated him immediately
ASKED: q dqlol vo1J
but how did you gesOn,f DunniP mo
az got .on to the story ly-accident, and
that's how nearly every scoop Is brought H."
answered Dunnigan mOtessly. II stery
comes through the regular channels there's
no chance for a scoop, apd the newspaper
men who go about, looking for chance
stories exist only in n9yeLs written by fnep
who don't know detail book from scaFeT,
heai-barring Tomafg' FACET here. vRut
Tommy is not a newspaper nan-hes "a
| Journalist" Safrf ged s9.l. al Nj
More power to him exclaimed Mr.
| Lynn. Don't moiRd him, Tommy. Shurey
Dunn is Jealous of yea It's the young 'gtt-
! tlemen loike YOU who ara ele waiting the prot
fession and the old hRciEsl loike Dunni and
| me must give way befofev the new regime,
| of which YOU are at oucs the ornament AId
pride. A glass of beer Cwid you, Tommy
Tommy, who by this, time was flushing
slightly, turned to Patterson and said, with
| lofty scorn: t4t
at is your turn, Patsy, to score me;
| jumpin." rt
''l1d strike bottom too quick" responded
Patsy.
ANY one else want to contributor asked
Tommy with severe politenes5. "If not
| HI just remark that while am humbly
sensible of my sad deficiencies as journalist
which, by The way, did not prevent my
earning more on space last week than Mr..
| Dunnigan ever got as salary am still
unwilling to admit that because | keep
! broke by retaining a membership in a
decent club instead of playing poker like
DUNN. or because | still hold on TO some
decent social connections instead Of totally
outcasting myself as all of you have-I am
unwilling, say, to admit that may not
aspire to the dizzy professional nights capped
by that group Of graces-Lynn, Dunni-
gan aud Patsy. 5r-
Tommy grew redder still at the roar Of
I laughter which greeted his fine speech and
glared haughtily at Lynn, who exclaimed:
Get out of tn ring, you DUNN auiyyou
Patsy! David has come again, aod1lh his
prophet, hacker, and. bottle-holder Bring
on your heavy weights. Otto, schooner
for Mr.. Paget." loo 10
Tommy continued TO glare at hiSgriuning
friends for time, butt soon Joined the grin,
for. though bristling with pugnacity, there
| was AO OH0 III bAAO RhlNy AAiOio NiANt budl
Mr.. PAget to the fntility Of solitary
grandeur in a companTof average mortals.
II was about to remark" he said With re-
| covered good-nature, sbefore youall brayed
at me, that Dunni maybe right in saying
that most scoops are accidental, but some>
times they are looked for. You remember
my scoop in the Melbourne Rest rObb ryp
There was no immediate response 1t is
probable that every one at the table did res
| h,1r than of t1as ar eiuQUich in ra-
membering other mems scoops.
well, did get that scoop, and did get
it because | looked for it. IL was about a
year ago. had been doing the introduce
Jion to a Patti first night, and was in even
ing dress; so when | turned In my copy, as
it was raining, rang for a coupe When
l told the driver to take ms up here he told
me there was to be quiet chicken fight in
the Melbourne Rest"
10. Tommy, break away" interrupted
DUNN; you got that scoop through the ac>
cident of ringing for a coupe. the driver Of
which happened to be on"
That's So" admitted Tommy, somewhat
crestfallen; 81 was put onsby accident"
"They won't let you tell your story,
Tommy but I'll prove your proposition
that all scoops are not accidental, said Mr..
Patterson. Years ago l lay in bad one
morning reading what / had written the
night before, as you all do every morning
of your lives. gentlemen after daInning
the proofreading-as you an sd6-And ad-
miring my slug, which still shone despite
the efforts of stupid editor to take the
shine out-as you all admire yQurs-I be-
thought me of the various uses could make
Of the additional stipend resulting from a
SCOOP. / said: MY dear Mr.. Patterson,
pursue the days doings of the first person
whose identity is logged into your life this
day, if his or herlife is open TO inspection,
and you will get story -is
THAT afternoon ! met on street cross
ing a man had to interview, and we stood
where We met, until wvs. suddenly nearly
knocked or pushed down. When l recov-
cred my usual dignifl9d bearing found
that had been pushed from in front of a
| runaway team by very bright, exceed
ingly self-possessed and soiled young per-
son. who drawled out between p ifs Of a
cigarette: Yer chump, did yeTwant ter get
killedP
II discovered that my polite and efficient
friend was a newsboy i had sometimes
'staked'-I quote his vernacnlar-at early
hours in the morning, when hs,copfded to
me that his game Of ,Crusoe' had resulted in
breaking him. 51sr 7,pfif
81 knew him only as Pete, land Il knew
him so we'll that anticipated this hhext re-
mark: 'pm dead broke, Mr., Patterson, an
ant got no stake fer der evenin' ppipers.'
II staked Pete and took him TO a clothier's
where had credit and furnished him with
a suit OF clothes-which he calleda harness
when it occurred to- me thas, Ire was the
person / should pursue for my storY.t
lie thanked me profusely fos the gift,
and declared that hefowanted TO rnnte home,
and show de hairless to me 1'Iaudder an
| ladder Dc l@nnt
Il followed unobserved, and discovered
that 1t was to another relative Pete i@aDted
to display his fine feathers. for IL half an
hour be emerged fran pawnshpp, dressed
In his old suit of rags, end with So of his
uncle's coin in his pocket o.- 10
II felt fairly reward for my pursuit, and
convinced that / was on tbs trsck7aof a
story, if not Of a scoop. 'al 5a
pete made a hes-line for an alley back of
an evening newspaper office, where 1 OBJ
served him lose my stake and his uncle's
loan in the varying fortunes of 'crusoe.
played with undaunted courage but poor
luck. l concluded, in the wisdom of ex-
perience, that could then afford to relax
my watch; that. if left alone, Peter would
soon hunt me up. l7F 75dtl
ION my way down to the editorial rooms,
after dinner, Peter waylaid me, 'Me fadder
broke his leg in de foundry he began, an
me mudder sent me fur de doctor, who said
me ladders leg could rot before he'd touch
1t, less he had five plunks down in advance
de snoozerl So ups and shoves7 de her-
ness wild me uncle, at, wild wot yer staked
me, raised de five; see? An SO Pm broke,
bein' good boy an lovin me mudder.'
Thereupon Peter wept beautifully, being
excited with hiseHorts of Imagination and
lack OF dinner. l1av5a 7.' 4Ht 1000 81
'tThen tootr nIty5 tgaeer r, tiaI scoof M areof