The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-07-25


World Office, YOU can ask any of Inc
Boys, and they'll tell you the. same thing
Ine people IN this country are getting
too smart, that's whats the matter, and
lnat S what makes the hard times. Say
ne added. in an undertone, Il Il bet Two
out OF three people that can spell has a
notion, way down in their b0Soms, that
they could write bettern anybody if they
had chance Out of them Two out of
three, one of the two does try 10 write
some time or other in their lives. I'll
bet there's 100000 people in New York
today that tries TO write, that longs Tor
fame. They come in here every day, it s
a procession and different ones every
minute 1nen there them that's afraid
and send their stuff by mail-there's
100000, sure
He went IN with the card of slim.
pretty girl, who sat down in the corner
Here's the Inanuscr-p pit" said The Boy.
returning. He says it's not available.
Sorry to disappoint-
The siiE-, pretty girl was gone The
dim fragrance of perfumed feminine
drapery and the transient pathos of TWO
big eyes fingered an instant, then,
de1lantiy, a toll young man pufted at his
cigar; perempJorlly he said:
tor the CIV eoltori
The Boy entered the inner room He {.
turned and came out much too quickly
TO have presented the card
he says, WHAT'S your business?
1t is personal. said the young man..
looking annoyed.
With a gesture OF disgust. the tall
young man TOOK back his card ana van
,shed.
He's looking for job as reporter. =
said Inc Boy. Il can tell what they
want without asking. That Teller was
dressed for the occasion, was shaved
new cigar and spoke sharp 10 me-sure
signs
IF this writing business amt all
wrong" continued The Boy, decidedly
manuscripts look ashamed when they
come in here? Why is they afraid TO
look a plain kid IN the eye? Why does
some of them open the door, look IN, and
then go back to the elevator? Why does
tnLE sti1k the rejected manuscripts I'M
der their coats quick and skip. without
ever looking up?'
4 snarp-eyed young man came out on
an inner office with a callers card in
his hand He sing4ed our MS man. Yod
have story you wish to see the city
editor about? He tWirled the caller 5
card. The caller also was sharp-eyed and
inquired in reply: You are a reporter
Yes" The caller said he wanted to
see the city editor. then, in an undertone,
explained that he was also a reporter,
he nau a hot local story" he talked
fast. The reporter who had a job and
wore fresh new clothes Smiled "a
scrutably. He would see if they already
had the story Returning in a mo-
ment, radiant Yes, we have already
pr--ted that stuff, was mis- remark 10
shabby, crumpled clothes, very sorry
to disappoint you With a muttered.
oath the seedy reporter out of job
strobe cut, neglecting an adieu to the
Splck and span reporter who had a job,
aid his card, with a western address,
Heated softly to the floor and was trod-
den under foot.
\ blonde square-shouidered youth in
plaid garments came out. sleeves rolled
up, perhaps an artist, and another blonde
YOUTH in plaid garments gave him the
high hand shake.
Aw, TO whom do l oWah the honah of
this call aw?'
.Aw, you know Mrs. Blank. We know
All avn
We'll, L called there lawst night-aw-
and Mrs. Blank said, no doubt-aw-you
could provide me with some writing to do,
you KNOW, Tor the papah-comp enS31on
IS no OBJECT, you may be suah-l have,
mere, scrap book with me little bits of
verse
'Aw. aw, any otgah experience?"
..Aw,, bless me, can write, We know"
An, avn
Now, there you see,'' exclaimed The
Boy, triumphantly, besides every re-
porter out of a job anywhere, and every
editor that's been shook up somewhere
out west and comes to New York. every
Engllsnman that's out of job wants to
write. Everybody wants to write. Say,
90 You know what gives the New York
pie buying them every day to see if their
stuff has been printed. Go outside on the
pave and see all them joke writer's given
each other the high sign and telling how
they made $50 last week. Them poor fell
lers don't know they're keeping up see
comic papers a buying them to see if
their jokes have been used. Say, do, you
know, that cafe over there in the Times
building is making a fortune selling
whisky to the unemployed journalists
who brace up preparing themselves TO
bracS~The editors in Newspaper row?"
Many came into the dim anteroom but
few entered the inner light. Youth and
old age sat there, and waited and waited
There were DEFIANT attitudes languid
limbs. eXpectant faces, hopeless faces
fercely chewed cigars, each silent figure
looking suspiciously upon the other each
wondering # the other took him for a
Would-be writer or a country reporter
seeking fame in the great city, all care
full to hide their errand, all seeking the
black sign: