The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1902-06-07
TROUBLES OF AN EDITOR.
band His BOyish Appearance Involved
Him in Many Difficulties.

Nund His Boyish Appearance Involved
Him in Many Difficulties.
The city editor Of a German news
PAPER concealed much ability and
~eleyerness behind a modest exterior.
He was slight of frame and his beard
less face might have been mistaken
for that of a boy Of Is, though it was
only necessary to hear him converse
to be convinced that he was Of the
world worldly.
He told a story which illustrated
the difficulties under which he la
bored because ofhis youthful appear
ance. There was a strike on at the
time, which was a few years ago, and
the state board of arbitration in ses-
sion at the Kirby house had promised
him to leave an account of the pro-
seedlings with the clerk. Late that
evening, when this account was badly
needed, he rushed over to the Kirby
house and asked the clerk for the
manuscript which had been left for
his paper.
1--WE got it here all right" said
the clerk, "but can't give it to you.
You'll have to get an order from the
city editor"
~But | am the city editor" pro-
tested the applicant.
'You?"
The clerk gave one contemptuous
glance at his beardless face and then
refused to further discuss such a RI
dicuIous proposition. The city ed
itor was in despair. He had to have
that copy, and he knew the clerkwas
made of adamant. He raved and
tore and swore to no purpose, and
was only relieved from his predica-
ment when a new reporter on his
staff sauntered into the hotel and af-
tably recognized the clerk. With a
s%uddenness born Of inspiration the
city editor asked for and received
from his junior reporter an order to
give the bearer the manuscript, and
upon that orderit was delivered with
cut question.
@But that wasn't half so bad as the
time ! went to interview Jaguaina,
the great swordswoman," he con-
tmued. "The clerk of the hotel sent
me, quickly following my card, right
up to her room. | knocked on the
door, and in response to her com in,
entered. She was standing there
somewhat in dishabille, and, Selling
a pitcher from a stand, as l entered,
cried:
For Heavens sake, get me a
pitcher of hot water at once
1Being evidently mistaken for the
beHboy / fulfilled the bellboy's du-
ties, brought her a pitcher of water
and then handed it to her with as
graceful a bow as I was capable of,
and, producing another card, told
her my errand.
4 don't know Of any profession"
said the veteran journalist, beaming
thoughtfully over his glasses, Sin
which so many illusions are so quickly
and ruthlessly dispelled as in ours.
l can hardly realize it now myself,
hut l still can distinctly remember
the great shock and grief it wa to
me to see idols about whom l had
built such magnificent castles ruth
lessIy destroyed, and the castles
pushed over upon them. l can re-
member, as though it were to-day,
many years ago when, in my repor-
tOrial capacity, l first attended cake
walk. To my surprise and astonish-
ment, there l saw as judges editors
Of great newspapers, men whom re-
vered and looked up to as embodying
al there was or could be in the pro-
Iession Of journalism, and l spelt it
with a big, big ]. But there they
we're, and when a few years later I
achieved, myself, the exalted position
Of judge at a cake walk, Irealized how
little men actually change them
selves and how much they are gov
erned by the change in the point Of
Uew."-Milwaukee Sentinel.
A Time-Saying Device.