Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1905-11-11

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and it won't hurt you any around
here
"The young fellow grabbed bunch
Of copy paper and started out lie
was gone till IL O'Clock that night.
Meantime the South side police re-
porter had telephoned in to the city
editor that there was a big suicide
story back Of the finding Of the young
w0mans body, that he himself was vi
to his ears in some other sizeable pc.
lice stories, and asking the city editor
il he had a man out on the morgue
case The city editor replied that he
had and he already saw the bank
head on the big story the university
educated young man was going 10
bring in.
The young fellow strolled into the
Office a bit after II o'clock, while the
city editor was out for a bite Of lunch.
and he sat down at desk and wrote
about hundred words, TO the effect
that a young woman OF pleasing ap-
pearance, with many jeweIed rings on
her fingers, had been picked up in the
lake by some boatmen, and that the
body was reposing on a slab al the
South side morgue. He further set
forth the fact that a pocketbook that
had been found within the drowned
young woman's waist giving the name
Of Miss So-an-So, and that there was
in the pocketbook in addition an I'm
sealed letter addressed TO an extreme
ly prominent young Chicago man
about town
That's all. The new young man
had just finished writing his little hun
| dred words when the city editor came
in and, espyng the university-ed
| Gated Youth who Lad been ont on the
big story he rushed over TO his desk
and eagerly picked up his copy He
came near failing down when be read
those hu1ared words
Did you 80 to the young woman
address on Prairie avenue? he gasped
No sir replied the Journalist.
hunting through his pockets for g
match to light his cigarette. I thought
that as long as | got her name from
4 the visiting card that would do
The city EDITOR backed up to the
water cooler to gel a drink. in order
TO moisten his parehed throat
Did you hunt up the man whose
name is given in that unsealed let
ter? he managed To articulate.
- No, sir was the reply I didn't
suppose the poor old chap was to
blame in any way, YOU know, and SC
| thought
In two jumps the city editor
/ reached one Of the non-collegian re-.
! porters, who was writing a story OF no
| very great importance. and in just %
/ seconds the non-collegian reporter had
his hat and coat on and was oft in
/ quest of the details of one of the most
/ sensational suicides that had occurred
! in Chicago in years.
The city editor didn't have time to
\ fire the millionaire's son that night,
but when the new young man made
| his appearance in the city room the
next day the city editor called him
into his ROOM closed the door and
, said:
My boy, be good and go home to
your paw. He needs you He'll be
good to you if you'll only be good tc
him. It's dead easy TO be good. too,
if You only half try. You don't like
newspaper work. It's too hard. Its
! too eXacting IT'S 100 ornery' it's a
heap better graft to be the son of a
millionaire than it is TO be any old
kind of a newspaper man. Return to
paw and all will be forgiven. Later on.
after few years have flown by, you'll
thank me for having tipped you of
this way. Good-by son.
THE young fellow took the tip.
went home and threw himself on the
mercy of the paternal court, and was
| alSn into the old mans business, and
| has been behaving himself ever since.
Several times. on his trips to Chicago.
he has dropped in 10 shake hands With
that city editor and thank him for sc
opporplneE firing him from Journal.
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