Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1904-12-16

life he couldn't look his superior in
the face. Yancy began in his slang
drawl:
Look here, Larry. it's tough. It's
worse than beefsteak. But you're
not the only mark ever handed the
grand tai tai The forests over run
with them. Get whiskyless. Cut it
out. Get down to biz. Forget i'll
The Graphic and you are both using
transportation on bum road. Gin
ger upl Get busy on this big Christ
mas edition. We need the money.
Make it a beat and it'll all come out
in the laundry"
Larry had expected different en-
| lightenment, and the kindly advice
was slow to penetrate his befuddled
brain. When he finally compreheneed
IT'S truth. great light came to him.
Why hadn't he thought of it himself.
"Say Vance," he blurted, grabbing
the editors hand, "You're peach,
you're pippin, you're whole crate
of California fruit. Just watch my
smoke
His smoke was watched, with ad
| miration. Under his touch, the
Christmas edition mounted among
the wonders of the printers art. The
ads were set and arranged in style
whose catchiness was foreign to all
previous experience. In the maya
zine department, startling as it may
seem. the journals author and poet
were both satisfied. Even the column
rules and spacing lines took on a
sprightly air. 1t was the old Larry
resurrected. He let nobody out,
though his inhammable temper was
sorely tried at times, because the
need of workmen passed TIE crying
stage. But he was here, there every
where. early and late, night and day:
assisting, admonishing, entreating.
Did he swear any? Well, maybe. Pro-
family is often useful in print shop.
The first good copy, wet from the
press, Larry took special charge of.
and soon, bearing a special delivery
stamp, it was on it's way to ve,y
special address. Then back to the
press room came the foreman, and
went at it again. The manager bun
died his heavy frame down the stairs,
put on his glasses and viewed the
situation
| Georgian" he suggested. "get in
the hay. You're about all in.''
"Nix," was the reply, "I'll stick
till the stuff's off. Besides" he con-
tinued. rolling cigarette, and taking
a deep inhale, II can't sleep till see
if it works. Sleep, sleep?" be muir
INJURED, blowing the ashes from the
cigarette with another huge quantity
of smoke, 81 can't just quite identify
the term What is it? Some pre-
historic animal? Or is it a diamond
mine in Afghanistan? Nawl my wires
are straight" he grinned, as Yanc2
peered at him anxiously. I'm just
kiddin'. But honest, honest! I haven't
had a good nights sleep in four
months. But I think it'll work, 1
think it'll work. Then I'll get intro
duced to Morpheus again.
| Georgian, your statements, although
a trifle ambiguous, are plain as plea.
, I ran understand you all right, but
don't know what you're talking about.
If you amt chewin nuts, charge it to
me. Put rue wise"
"Get back in your hole and write
bright things" the foreman answered,
"I'll put you wise-if it works."
The presses were grinding out the
last of the next nights edition, and
Larry, stretched out on a table near
by, was. drowsily cognizant of the
clang -clang of the machinery, when
the devil aroused him and poked a
telegram between his nervous fingers.
A moment later, Yancy was sharing
the contents of the yellow slip:
Its a hummer. I can you in every line