Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1898-09-22

ZSA office of the Post.
MySM They sat around in
M G IA lA longing fashion, as
MA ilSAA if waiting for some
lEI @S/ one to appear. At
VI NA&' length the oor
W opened and q tall,
slightly-stooping, scholarly looking
man entered.
"Good-morning, gentlemen" he
called ont cheerily as he entered.
"Good-morning, Mr.. Chipman,"
was the reply, uttered in unison.
"The first business of the day is for
us all to become acquainted with one
another, and then We will proceed to
prepare the first number of the Gran
dali Post" he said.
Introductions followed. The men
forming the editorial and reportorial
staffs OF the new paper were gathered
from all over the country. The Post
was backed by n syndicate of business
men and politicians who considered
their little city entitled to a daily
paper embracing their political faith.
Chapman, the city editor of the Times,
the only daily in Crandall, had been
chosen editor-in-chief, and he it was
who had gathered about him this staff
of assistants.
First Of all must be mentioned Muir
dock, day editor. Next him in rank
was the city editor, Joe" Farrell, a
young Irishman from Connecticut,
who always declared comically that he
was Spaniard. The next man to be
introduced was George Edward Hunt
ington, called G. Eddie. He was
boy just out of the high school who
wanted to become a journalist.
asWhen Mr.. Chipman presented San
ford to Us we all looked at him. Tall.
slender, with handsome curly hair
aud long blonde mustache, he looked
regular lady's man. We set him
down as Sissy" right away.
"An nsthete, II dubbed him when
talking to Joe Farrell later.
An ass, rather" replied Joe.
he came highly recommended by
Boston paper, however, SO he was
made reporter at fair salary. The
other reporters were Crandall boys.
Then there was the little French artist,
and last of all, your humble servant,
the telegraph editor.
Mr.. Chapman having introduced
the various members of his staff to
each other, the group broke up, the
chief going to his newly furnished
sanctum, Murdoch into his cuddy,
Farrell and the men under him into
the city room, where the telegraph in
strument and my desk were also To-
Gated, the reporters to their various
assignments. And so the lSew paper
was in train.
The Times having had its own way
In Crandall for so many years. it was
only natural that the starting of new
paper to dispute the field with them
should have made the managers sore,
The rivalry between the editors ex-
tended down to the very devil in the
press room. Especially was it bitter
between the reporters. The Times
men couldn't say anything mean
enough about the Post men.
Sanford was at once picked out by
the Times as scapegoat. At noon of
the first day he went to restaurant
frequented by newspaper men. He
took seat at table beside one at
which two Times men were dining.
They were apparently deeply engaged
IN conversation, not paying any atten-
tion to their fellow quill driver of the
Post. Their conversation was carried
on in so loud a voice, however, that
Sanford could not help overwhelming
what they were saying. Their talk
was of horrible murder committed
the night before in the little town of
Barlow, some ten miles north of Gran
dali. Sanford drank in all they said,
his journalistic nostrils seeming a
story afar. He hurriedly finished his
dinner and went out
Dollars to doughnuts that chump
will start for Barlow inside an hour, !"
laughed one of the Times men.
"Ch, but he's fruit!" exclaimed the
other, also laughing.
They finished their meal at their
leisure, and, lighting cigars, left the
place. They were.outside just in time
to see Sanford whirl by behind pair
OF spirited bay horses. They stood
and W, tcled him as he drove up the
street like whir.w nd, not smile be-
trAying their inward mirth.
"The bill for that team will make a
howl in the Post Office, remarked one,
after Sanford was out of sight.
Meanwhile there were howls already
going on at the Post Office. They were
anxious to get out a particularly bright,