Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1899-06-21
PRINTING AN EXTRA.

AN EXTRA.
Margaret Clyde was left alone in the
editorial rooms when the nights work
was over.
Margaret read column after column Of
the news from Cuba, Key West and Wash.
lngton. 1t seemed to her as If she had
read it all before, and she put away the
paper while she ate her meager luncheon.
Then she tidied up the desk and laid her
head on her arms. She was growing
drowsy. She wondered If she could take
a short nap. Her train would not leave
for an hour and a half yet. 1t was grow
ing lonely in the deserted composing
room.
She woke up suddenly, thoroughly dazed
for a moment. She imagined she had
heard a noise. The presses were still rum
bling down stairs, and the gray dawn was
stealing hazily into corners of the compos
ing room. 1t was 5 by the large clock.
The noise came again. Somebody was
beating and shaking the outside door.
Margaret vas frightened and for u mo.
Ment she turned to run to the pressroom.
The noise grew louder. 1t was an impa-
tient, determined pounding, first of hands,
then feet. She flew to the door. Through
the glass she saw the dim figure of a boy
In a blue messenger uniform. He thrust
a yellow envelope into her hand, cried ex-
citedly, 'News from Manila!' turned to
mount his wheel, then disappeared down
the dim street.
Margaret felt stunned. She knew some
thing ought to be done, but what? 1t was
so far to Phillips home, Mr.. Schell lived
In a suburb three miles from the office,
and there was nobody in the pressroom
who could set type. She wished the boy
had not left 80 quickly.
Margaret hurried to the proofreader's
desk, where IN electric light glowed. She
tore the yellow envelope open and read
the 80 or 60 words on the thin sheet Of
paper.
GAN well at Manila. Not an American
lost. She felt as if Dewey had sent her
the message direct, and an excited "Oh!'
echoed through the empty room. What
was she to dol? Margaret glanced at the
clock. 1t was five minutes past 5. Time
was precious. and she felt she must do
something. A few days ago she had work.
ed on an extra. Some important news had
come in when Phillips and she were alone.
She had helped him to set the story in
large type and stood by while he filled it
in the upper part of the front page. There
were a few exciting minutes, and Mar
garet had worked breathlessly. Phillips
said some kind words afterward about
her efficiency, and it had made her happy
for all day long.
CHI Anx, 10 tho oacn xDhorn khn loupo
block letters were kept that had adorned
the first pages of The Gazette recently.
She was working as If life depended upon
her movements. She had learned to set
type with wonderful dizziness during two
years work, and in ten minutes she was
standing over the words that later that
morning sent q wave of relief and thank
fitness through America. She hurried
down to the pressroom. The regular edi-
ton was nearly ready. The men were
running off the last thousand, and the
nimble folder stood beside, gathering the
papers into bundles.
Pomeroy, the foreman Of the pressroom,
looked up in mild surprise when Margaret
dashed in.
"Well, what are you doing here?"
"Como," she cried excitedly, leone up
stairs with me at once!'
"The place isn't on fire, is itf' he asked
half seriously.
"No; it's the news from Dewey!' she
answered hurriedly.
"Here, Thompson" he shouted to q
man at another machine, 81 must go up
stairs a moment. You take my place."
He followed Margaret up the steep stairs
to the table where a CLEAN Of light fell ON
a half form of large type headed by block
letters. He read the type almost at q
glance:
DEWEY Is ALL RIGHT!