The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1895-09-25

| made the acquaintance u
Jones, journalist" n u,;ot,o
mood that afternoon. Inc DI'Z1alu ~
onr bitterest and smartest rival naa
poked us up pretty sharply in its . lat,
est issue, and our editor-ln,chiel, SIo
was also proprietor, bad entrusted 10
me the unpleasant but necessary au, !,
ty of replying. l was sharpening
nv pencil and my wits for the occa
SION when there appeared in front
of nv desk, cap in hand, pleasant
featured, bright-eyed lad, who sad
that be was looking for JOB, and
that if the Globe wanted another re
norter he wonld like to try his hand
at the business.
.sWhat do you come bothering US
for?" said l, annoyed at having my
train of thought interrupted; "Why
don't YOU 90 to the Blizzard if you
want work."
"Because," answered the youth,
frankly, II thought if I was going TO
try the newspaper business Id IKE
to begin on the best paper"
so you think the Globe a better
paper than the Blizzard, do you?
said ], somewhat Modified.
eyes, sir" ,
"Well, that proves you to be a Lao
of discernment, anyhow. How Old
are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Name?"
II was named John w. Jones, al
ter my father, who is dead, but every
body calls me either Jack Jones or
just plain Jack"
"Father been dead lohg?"
"Two years, and I'm through the
Grammar School now, and I've got
TO go to work to help support moth
er and RobGie."
"Who's Robbie?"
"He's my little brother. He's on
ly S years old, but he's smarter than
a steel trap. / wish you could see
him once"
"Well, jack" said I, "I'm sorry,
but there is no vacancy on our re-
portorial staff just now, and you are
rather too young for such o position,
anyhow. But our ofice-boy, or de
VIII as we call him, has just left, and
if you care for that place at five dol
lars a week I'll send you to Mr..
Brown, the proprietor, and see what
he says about it,"
"rd like to start as reporter" said
the youth, in tones of disappoint-
ment, "beeause the-well, the rest of
the boys will laugh at me more than
ever if they hear I'm only o printers
devil.
"You see. one day in school, the
teacher asked US boys what profes-
sion in life we expected to follow; 1
paid journalist, and ever since that
they have called me Jack Jones,
They think it is q good
Joke, but I'll make them call me that
IN earnest before many years, / hope.
# I begin as-as office.boy, how long
will it be before I can be a reporter"
s'That depends entirely on your
elf, on your aptitude for newspaper
york and how hard you try to learn
he business.
"WelI, I'll take the place, If you
al get it for me, and do my best"
Picking up my pencil, I dashed off
he following note to.the proprietor:
"Here's lad, name Jack Jones,
no aspires to be journalist. Want
position as reporter, but conclud-
that printers devil was better
ian nothing. There seems to be
.etty good material 10 him, aud il
,u approve, / will give him a trial.
I sent him up to Mr.. Browns of
%, ON the floor above, with this in
oduction, aud in five minutes he
me back with blue pencil 90. X"
ross the face Of it. aud in five min
es more Jack had his coat off and
as hard at work.
I think there was never more
ling and obh2ing printers devil
an that same Jack; at least, new
saw or heard of one. Early and !
,e he was on hand, ready for what
er duties he was called upon to
rform, ard these were by no means 6
ht. But 10 matter how arduous
distasteful the task assigned to "
u, he went at it cheerfully, and, al b
ough some Of the men were dispos- E
to take advantage of this trait in II
KS character aud saddle him with T.
rk that properly belonged to them u
Nv soon became ashamed to dc so y
ZEN they saw how good-naturedly |
accepted the imposition, and in a
" weeks Jack became tavorlte in
70 flee.
At the end OF the year one OF the
sportels left aud Jack applied Tor
be vacancy. He made his appllca-