The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-01-03

B "TdtterS" !
q JOURNALISTIC r"so0s.


which he look, wrinkling up his nose
| and remarking that her question
marks looked like button hooks and
retreated to the composing room.
"For the rest OF the day they kept
| him pretty well supplied with work.
| When not so provided he spent his
| time perched on a high stool blowing
| a wheezy mouth organ. and occasion
! ally shouting Copy" in an agonized
| tone. once or twice something Of
| Tended him and he threatened to re-
sign. but, as the ladies Immediately
| surrendered, nothing came Of It,
THE next two days passed in some
what uneventful manner. by giving
him plenty of work he was kept reason
| ably quiet. There was not much trouble
Thursday, either, though shortly after
noon he set up a loud roar. saying that
he had been taken suddenly sick and
was in mortal agony. The ladies asked
him II they could not do something for
him, but he only howled the louder.
and finally lay down on the floor upon
! his back and began pounding the
boards fiercel. with his heels. A doctor
was called. bit as soon as Tatters saw
| him he set UP quickly and went back
to work.
|
man? inquired the doctor.
"'Antimony poison from the tyre
| answered Tatters. dismally RI go off
some day with it just like--scat! All
| good printers die of = sooner or later
"Tatters may have told the truth
: about his illness. hut I learned later on
, that he had eateh his hatful of green
apples at noontimc, and you can draw
your own conclusi"pr.
! Friday was press day. and th4 ladies'
| arrived at the Office early. Tattt's
| rushed into the front room and ad-
dressing himself con:ldo ntially to the
/ city editor. said:
| Saw, want a bully item of news?
| why. yes, Tatters. of course what
is it?'
"'Dog fight answered Tatters Jim
| Beasley's dog and Deacon ketcham's.
Down by the postofiice. The deacon
| didn't want his dog to fight, but jim
didn't care. Set down and get your
pencil-tell you all about it. You see
the dogs met. and Jim's dog sort OF
walked around the deacOn's dog once
or--what's the matter. Amt you go.
| ing to use it?'
THE editor said she thought not.
What cried Tatters, in conster-
I nation. nothing about it, after I
watched it and got all the facts for
you?'
"'No, don't think we care for It,
Now, see here said Tatters, drop
! ping his voice into still more conf
dental tone, act reasonable as you say
to me. | saw last night your paper
was going to be dull. that it needed
livening up--'tain't all your fault, it's
a dead week-I saw this. I say, and
what do you t"ink l did this morning,
! just to help you OUT?
~ don't know. Tatters-what was
/ it,?
'Tatters came closer sank his voice
almost to a whisper, and sad
81 drove the deacon's dog around l.
the place and then I slcked Jim's onto
him. All to give you an item!'
! The lady was deeply touched by his
devotion, and said as much. but VS.
! forced to add that they could not men,
! tion common dog fight in their edi.
| tion.
| "Tatters drew bacl; and stood silently
gazing at her. She expected nothing
! less than a final resignation on t!e
spot. But his face show,d sorrow
rather than anger. ine young laiv
thought she detected IA tear. but this ~
not probable. For . half mir.Lte he d'i
not move. then he sa d:
"'You couldn't use it in funny
way, either. ] s'pose? 1t was funny.
The deacon pulled on his dogs tail.
and Jim pulled on his dogs tail.
though Jim didn't do any hard pull
| ing-Jim may have pushed little
when the deacon wasn't noticing. You
wouldn't let me write It up. either, l
! s'pose?'
mo. Tatters; Id like to. but I
can't
| '"Tatters turned back to the compos
ing room. and not a sound was heard
from him except the steady click of
the type for an hour.
1T was about II o'clock when the
editOrin chief came into the Office and
said to the city editor:
! "'I think there is an item of news
for us out at TarboX's. on the Coopers-
willie road. I hear that Mr.. Tarbox has
| been injured by an unruly COW. It's
only mile and a half out there--can't
you go out on your bicycle and get the
1 particulars?'
There was loud shout behind them
and Tatters burst in and ran through
| the room. shedding his apron in his
flight and saying:
"'Ill tend to that. girls. I'm the
wild cow editor Of this paper Back
| in ten minutes.'
THE editOr-in-chief ran to the WIN
! dow and looked down into the street.
Goodness gracious.' she cried to
the other; there he goes on your bi-
cycle, riding like the wind and shout
| ing for everybody to get out of the way
OF the wild COW editor. What shall we
, do now?'
"I'll see if I can. catch him on your
bicycle. And III go on and find out
, about the accident. anyhow
But, although she was good rider
she might as we'll have tried to over
take an express train as the wild cow
| editor Leaning over the handlebar
| and ringing the bell constantly. he
| never slackened his pace for the whole