The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-11-24

| the pipe a resounding rap with the side
stick ne used for a poker, and then glared
at the two comps as il to say, maybe you
fellows don't like ny style Of firing this
! furnace?'
Then he said: Say, slug enc. there's a
story comm, be here in a few minutes
1 reckon, bout a big blowout up at the
ex-mayor's. Sort Of a gathering of the
| clans, 1 take it. Be about four or five
sticks OF names. Goes in BREWER. Get
plenty of sorts together and pull out. "
Jack was slug one. Names were what
he most hated. He growled cut some
| thing about some pin-headed reporter
! who could not write and about the place
where al such copy should he sent and
with d wish that the ex-mayor was in
well. not in Illinois.
| A buggy ratified Up TO the door Of the
print shop and a young man scrambled
and a large basket in the other. Entering
he gave the copy to the editor and placed
the basket on the table
Get all the names?" asked the night
editor.
Yes sir, and here is a basket of lunch
and liquor for the force.
"AII right, George, III not forget you
for this good turn. Pass to Chi, Oh.
George
George talked little while with the
night editor and then fastened for homo,
while the night editor unrolled the copy
and proceeded to edit it. Then he divided
it into two takes and fled it on the
rush" hook.
He took the basket in and explained to
the two comps" that it contained liquor
and lunch and when the last type was
up it was TO be at their disposal. Then
he made the fatal mistake Of going away
and leaving the basket n easy reach Of
the two thirsty printers.
As soon rs he was gore Jack took
look int TIE basket There was a large
bottle of Kentucky Bourbon, another of
like dimensions of Rye, a smaller one of
irish whiskey and four bottles of wine.
The temptation was too strong. He
huSPcd one bottle of rye to his bosom
and extracted the cork. He TOOK one ions,
lingering pun at the contents and driving
the cork back took the bottle TO his case
Then Bob edged over to the basket and
laid violent hands upon the Bourbon and
made his escape.
The type clicked into the two sticks and
the silence was unbroken ~ any other
sound.
Bob shifted the take of names to the
bottom OF hook and proceeded to pun out
The night editor went to the police sta
ton ard there met some old acquaintance
whom he had not seen for years They
fell TO talking of old times and the night
editor aid not notice that it was growing
late, or early. rather. He asked about
the druggist that had attempted TO suicide
a year or so before and was surprised to
learn that he was the mayor Of a neigh
boring town. The miller. who ran away
with a bankers daughter, he learned. was
back ut his post in the mill. the banker
having forgiven eli. And 50 they chat
ted on until . o'clock chimed and the
night editor started to his feet. He rushed
back to the office
The forms were on the press and the
devil" pressman and general roustabout
was grinding off the edition.
The night editor took up one of the
poorly printed papers and glanced over
it. The front page was all right the
plates were in place. lie turned to the
editorial page. Nothing amiss there Then
TO the local page. There was the story of
the runaway; the attempted robbery; the
arrest Of "a tramp; the 1nding of some
stray stock: the wedding OF Carl Burns
and then the last and most important
story. the ex-mayors blow out He looked
81 that story, then he had d hard fit.
After telling the story of what had taken
place the article, Just before giving the
names. ended like this: Those present
We're:
Then followed a mass OF stuff which
the night editor could scarcely read. 1t
was something about the proper handling
or sucking calves and the manufacture of
q patent suclIing-box for calves, with
fun ard complete description of the whole
arrangement
The night editor rushed into the com
posing room. Empty whisky and wine
bottles We're nicely planted on the i'm
posing stone, lunch was scattered in every
direction and both ihe tramp printers
were piled mp IN the corner dead drunk
The take of names was on the hook 1t
had been shifted to the bottom and the
two comps" had got too drunk to print
it and they had dug up some old plate
to take is place. That was the last take /
they ever missed in that shop. for they
were both in Louisiana when next they
set tyne