The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-21

track This left the mechanical end of
the office at the mercy of the devil an
inky imp called 'Tatters. The ladies' were
a good deal disturbed at the detection of
the printer but braVely decided to go ahead
with Tatters and get out the paper. They
called him in to give him some instruc-
tons He stood before them wearing, as
usual, a long apron stiff with ink, paste
and unknown substances; the only thing
which saved his face from being in the
same condition as his apron was the fact
that he was in the habit of constantly
twisting it into so many shapes that the
ink paste and unknown substances on 1t
never had time to stiffen. His hair point
ed in all directions, like that of jack-in-
the-box. and in his left hand he carried
a section of a column Of wet type.
"'What are you doing, Tatters? inquir-
ed the lady no was president of the amelio-
ration society, with some dignity
THROWN in answered the imp.
Throwing in what"
Type
Into what?'
The case. Think I was THROWN it
into my hat?
1.-The lady looked at him coldly, and he
went on:
" But I'm most through, and you'll hear
me hoilerin for copy in bout a quarter of
| a nour,' and he retreated into the compos-
THE ladies were indignant, but there
was clearly nothing to do but to grin and
bear it. A few minutes later there came
most dismal, long-drawn wall from the
other room, which. after some effort, they
managed to interpret as the promised 'hol-
lerin'.' 1t was followed by the appearance
of Tatters head at the door.
What is it?' asked the president, who
had been chosen editor-in-chief, a little
sharply.
Copy returned Tatters. Did you
think | was singing the Doxolergy?'
"'There is no copy ready yet. Can't you
be doing something else?
AZ can that and he snatched off his
apron and started for the door. I can be
going fishing just as easy as not
'Tattersr cried the frightened editor,
sDringing before the door, don't you dare
| to desert US! You stay here till some copy
is ready for you.
''Tattters retreated and put on his apron
| In an agtated frame of mind.
A moment later one of the younger ia
dies, who had been appointed managing
editor, took q roll of daintily written man
uscript from her handbag and said:
" Here, Tatters, is something which you
can begin on
"Tatters took it, shifted glanced at it
and said:
What is it--spring poetry"
mo, it's the essay that l read at
commencement. We shall put II on the
fourth page
What! the editorial page? shrieIed
Tatters. Put such CUFF as that on the
| editorial page of THE Budget" Not
much, and he tossed the manuscript on
| the table.
1--WE shall certainly do as we see ft,
interposed the editor-in-chief with great
| dignity.
4 reslgnv cried Tatters again tearing
off his apron and throwing it behind him,
where 1t struck in the city editors lap
| greatly to her dismay. i resign my po-
ssh that's all Here, If you want II in
/ ink gimme a pen. Lemme write IL out in
black n whte-"Dear Madam: l hereby
resign my posish. (Sgned) Tatters."
Gimme pen, l sayF
"'Tatters, be calm-act reasonable. said
the editor-in-chief. in a soothing tone.
what shall we put on the editorial page?
" Editorials. Of course he answered,
slightly mollihed.
"'On what subject?'
." Tariff N the currency
But we don't know anything about
the tariff and the currency
Neither does the boss. but he writes
| two columns bout 'em every week But
If you can't do it, write about bikes.
This struck the ladies favoraby and
one of them began writing an article on
\ the bicycle craze, while the city editor
| handed Tatters an item. which he ptook
wrinlliug up his nose and remarlSing that
| her question-marks look like button
| hooks and retreated to the composing
room.
For the rest Of the day they kept him
pretty well supplied with work When
not SO provided he spent his time perched
on high stool blowing wheezy mouth
! organ, and occasionally shouting "copyw