Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1905-03-16
THE NEW YORK WAY.

dSIiluStoI sur. WINE L WdS oNct
in New York recently" remarked a
We'll known Washington correspondent.
Il took ii into my head TO dig up an
old pal of mine who. | had heard. was
doing remarkably Well in the big town.
Way back a hundred and fourteen
years ago. so to speak, we used to be
police curt reporters together in Chi
cage He. in those times, had gener-
ally been up against it on account OF
his improvident nature. In fact, the
last time l had seen him I'd loaned
him half a dollar to get his shoes
half soled while he waited. or some
thing of that sort.
That was nearly fifteen years Z
l knew that he MAS employed on one
of the big burnt-orange papers
over in New York. but L didn't know
what Il heap-much he had become.
Il observed when l got into this
newspaper building hat all of the
shines coming in and going out looked
at me pretty haughtily, and | Won
dered what l had done.
when l got into he elevator there
were a lot of men and a couple of
ladies in the lift and l took off my
hat. The men all gave me the open
sheer for that. 1t was palpable that
they view me as a CLEAN with Il pen
chant for putting OF lugs.'
Il asked a boy sitting outside one
of he doors on The 'steenth iioor of
the building il Jim Whoosh. my friend
that not being his name-was in.
The kid looked me over from the
top of my hat to the soles of my shoes
three times. spat leisurely and said:
Mister James Whoosh. de managin'
and sportin' editor. is in. but he hain't
givfn out no work I no one desc days"
Il got by that kid somehow or am
other. but as soon as | got inside the
door ] went up against another of the
Same general SnerieS He WAS sitting
within a wooden railing with his K
cooked up on a small desk. talking over
the New Orleans races with a incssen-
ger boy.
1T seemed that this messenger boy
had narrowly missed making a million
dollars on the day before by playing Il
500 10 ! shot that nearly won down at
New Orleans.
He looked at me resentfully out of
the slants of his eyes when l entered.
"Wot 0hoo havin'?" he asked Of
u am looking for a man by the
name of jim Whoosh. little one, said /.
law. say cut out dat little ONE
gag. vii! youse?' said the kid disguise
eddy. OATS not in Yer part. Mot choO
want Wit Mister James Wlsoosh, de
managin' sportin' editor
Il hunmbly explained to the young
man that l had no evil design upon
Mister Whoosh; that l merely desi,e ct
10 take MI. w nOOSn ont ana purchase
food and drink for him.
Jaw, de same oil bunc.' the kid re-
piled craftily. Den wen he comes out
youseu spring some bum story or od-
der on him or hit him FIR a job. Say.
git a new yenhoke. Dat one youse is
usin' boins de dope
"Well, you'll lake my card in, any
how. won't your" l asked the kid.
mildly.
".Jes scrIbble yer name an biz on
dis he said, showing a printed form
pad at me. I tell youse right now.
dough. dat he don't see no skates at all
no more. He's in de symposium room
wit de boss, anyhow
We'll. 1 wrote my anne antecedents,
previous condition Of servitude. wheth-
er white or black, marriad or single.
ever arrested before. ETC.. on the form
pad. and handed 1t respectfully to the
boy. He disappeared with 1t, and in
about five minutes a tall. o~verpowering
young man with a large diamond ring
and diamond links in his cuffs came out
with my record in his hand.
"'Ah,' he said you are h man. are
you" and he examined me carefully.
You say the object OF your call upon
Mr.. Whoosh is to make a social visit.
is it?'
II said, yep.
"'Of course. you know that Mr..
Whoosh's lime is very much taken up?'
he said. Enthusiastically. Now, could
you not state the exact purport of your
business to me-? l am the second as
sistant managing sporting editor. and.
as such. delegated TO receive Mr..
Whoosh's callers
THAT SOP said I, getting pink
around the ears. Well. you may go to
the DEVIL and I turned and started to
go. when l heard a voice calling after
me.
Hey. there. Jack. are they holding
you up?' the voice said. and I wheeled
and saw Whoosh, one up in purple
and fine linen. He was just coming out
for lunch.
You, also. may go to the DEVIL I
said to him. for a top-lofty, fiumrnery-
manufacturing imbecile,' out he drew
his arm through mine and we went
out and got-went out and had a six
hour dinner. that is.
Down here, when l want to talk
with Mr.. William Loeb about things. I
go to my telephone and ring him up.
+, "How about an exclusive half an
hour all by my lonesome, tonight, Mr..
Loeb? I ask him.. and it's all right. l
go up to the White House and walk
upstairs m see the secretary to the
president. or the president himself, for
the matter of that. without any fiub-
, dub whatever.
The whole New York game, from
soup to nuts. is a cheap and noxious
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