The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-08-03

For convenience he had let the stuff
hang down the shaft, and there was a
string of it that reached to the bottom
floor.
A messenger boy had just dumped
another batch of the dispatches on
Charles desk. Charlie was still grind
ing away.
Gimme a chaw 'er terbacca," said
the messenger boy.
Andrews was busy showing the copy
down the shaft
Gimme 'er chaw, tell ye," insisted
the boy, emphasizing his demand by
striking Charlie Familiarity on the back
of the neck.
Usually Charlie Andrews was mild
hammered and gentle. This night he
was working under high pressure. He
said nothing, but as he shuf1led up from
his chair there was something in his
eye that warned the lad that it might
be dangerous to linger. With. whoop
like wild Indian the messenger boy
sprapg for the railing and mounting it
at bound glided down with the rapid
ity of a limited fast mail. Old man
Storey was coming up the third land
ing. The heels of the flying messenger
boy struck him amidships and he went
down with all colors at his spars. The
messenger boy howled with delight rs
ground floor he deity struck a match
on the seat of his pants and applied the
flame to the hanging sheet of "flimsy."
There was Whit of smoke and the fire
burned Charles fingers, while waited
on the still night air came to him the
cry:
Eye won't gimme 'er chaw terbac,a,
eh?"
Speaking of the Chicago Times, re-
n a m iT1H nf to ff,v,
managing editors, Uncle Charlie
bennett, some years dead. Uncle
Charlie was always outspoken and
gruff, but he had the best nose for
news" that ever went up the Times Of
flee stairs. Behind his rough exterior
he had warm heart. He always spoke
his mind, no matter what he happened
to think Some years ago Fred Dune
kee, who is now on the New York
World, came to Chicago to look for
work on the newspapers. He had spent
some little time in Louisville, Kentucky
just enough to make him think that
he knew as much about the newspaper
business as the next man. So he went
to Uncle Charlie for job.
Can you read telegraph" asked
Uncle Charlie.
'Oh, yes said Dunekee, with all the
confidence born of youth.
HOW many columns can you reau
in a night?" asked old Charlie.
Twenty" said Dunekee without hes
itation.
You're a id liar" murmured
Uncle" Charlie; "go into the local
room and see what the city editor can
do with you
A young Irish newspaper reporter
who recently went from San Francisco
to New York sacrificed a possible
chance for a position through his love
Of coming back" at man in author
ity who had asked him a question that
he did not consider quite proper. The
reporter had a letter of introduction to
a managing editor of one of the big
dailies. The editor sent out word for
the young Irishman to come into the
office.
Where did you come from?" asked
the editor.
From San Francisco" said the re-
porter
why did you leave there?" asked
the managing editor.
"Why, l didn't know you were a
native of New York, sir" said the
young Irishman in apparent surprise.
1T am not sir" said the managing
editor, at a loss to understand what
the young fellow was driving at
"Well, sir, why did you leave wher
ever you came FROM" CALCULATED the
Irish reporter, and he walked out in
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