The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-05-27
@Red0p" N)enf A)rong, and OTHER Stories,

Years ago" said n. S. Cobleigh the
other night, when I was boy, doing
my first assignment on an afternoon
daily in a big Western city, we had
thin, frecklenosed boy with a head like
a full blown poppy. He was silent sort
of chap. but he was as sharp as nee
die, and was a favorite with the whole
staff. from the chief down.
zone day the city editor sent the star
reporter out to a country justice court,
nearly ten miles from town, to write up a
case of a school commissioner who had
been arrested for Misrepresentation of
funds, and, as an afterthought, he told
'Reddy,' the Office boy, to meet him
there, so, If necessary he could carry
early copy. The star reporter was a
great writer, but also periodical drunk
ard, and at about 1:30 that, afternoon the
city editor received the cheering news
that he was then asleep in a neighboring
bar
AT the same time a rumor reached
Town that the school commissioner s
trial had developed a tremendous sensa-
ton, and that the prisoner had made his
escape at the point of a pistol We went
to press at 2:30 sharp, and for the next
htteen minutes we had the widest city
editor in seventeen states. He had al
ready rushed two men off on horseback
and was dispatching a third, when in
walked 'Reddy,' who had been entirely
forgotten IN the general excitement. That
was a good story out at the rube court
he said, and, seeing as Mr.. didn' t
come, L wrote 1t up myself Where is
the copy?' yelled the city editor. Here
said Reddy', and smiled over a roll of
manuscript.
81 helped edit it, or, rather, 1 helped
read 1t, for it didn't require any editing
1t was Il beautiful story, clearly and
graphically told, with subheads inserted
and everything ready for the printer The
city editor was delirious with joy, and
the next day the kid got a regular job
on the staff
And suppose now he is the managing
editor said one of the listeners. with
a slight sneer.
mo, he isn't" replied Cobleigh This
story happens to be true. Reddy' didn't
fulfill his early promise. He went wrong
and is now serving out term in con-
gress."
REFORM AS SEEN IN ASPEN.
Nobody can tell when a wave of re-
form has started in this country where
it's going to STOP said a we'll known
theatrical manager yesterday. 1.-The
latest proof of this proposition comes
from a Colorado mining town named
Aspen. Sapho was lately announced as
the attraction al the local theater, but
by one of those mysterious mental move
ments it is apparently impossible to
fathom, the leaders of dramatic taste in
the community decreed that 1t would be
dangerous to the public morals to permit
its performance.
1T may strike the average observer
that If this grew out of sincere feeling
for progress N the right path they would
begin on cleaning out the dance hall,
furnishing less murderous article IN the
way of general conduct, and altogether
placing higher estimate on life as well
as the enjoyment of il.
Still If Aspen as a representative min
ing town wants to parallel New York by
attempting reform from the top instead Of
from the bottom, there's no harm in en-
couraging 1t. Thus a new modification
of the well known legend might be hung
up in that locality: Please DC not shoot
the miners, they are doing the best they
cam -
OUR THEATER GALLERIES.
Our own theater galleries are obstrep-
erous at times even now" said Manager
W. A. Brady the other day, but their
enthusiasm or the lack of it seldom takes
the serious form it must have assumed
in former days abroad, if some of the
stories told about their conduct can be
substantiated.
"One narrative, which is none the worse
for its being trifie old is to the effect
that on a certain night two youths at the
back of the gallery in Dublin house in,
dulged in a free fight. When they were
parted one was dragged one way, and the
ether, borne on an elevated plane of up
lifted hands, was carried to the very
front row and held suspended over the
pit.
'In an instant the audience was hush
ed in expectation of his fall. Suddenly
the silence was broken by shout from
the other side of the gallery: Don't waste
him, Pat; kill fiddler wild i'm! -
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