Deming graphic. (Deming, N.M.) 1903-1948, 1906-06-15
THE CUB
REPORTER
By ALEX. Med. STODDART
tcOpyrghl, iSOs, By Joseph D. Dovlssj

mat you VIII have no home life, no
social life, no time to get acquainted
with your family, no regular hours
II means one daily grind. Go home"
ne added, showing his visitor toward
the door. Think II over come back
in week, and II you're sure, I'll see
what can do"
The chief rarely gave his time to
young men looking for "a chance on
the city STAFF" He had no time for
that. He left such details to the city
editor. Tucker came straight from
Harvard, with note from a man who
helped the chief in the early days
when he was a cub" The chief
received him in his bare, blank room
and gave him ten understanding
unusual for the chief on such a mat
ter.
Tucker came back in week
Are you sure?" said the chief.
Eyes"
Come with me-" he said.
"Mr. Bowker, this is Mr. Tucker"
gald the chief TO the city editor "Mr
Tucker wants a Job on the stan.
have told him that he'd do better
in some other line Of work. II there's
chance, | wish you'd give him a
show"
Tucker began to thank the chief,
but he had started for his room.
Have a chair" said Dowker.
Bowker asked him what he had
"done," and Tucker told him Of his
work on the college paper, Bowker
listened, and said in conclusion:
This is the dull season. one or
two men are on vacation; but I'll put
you Un to see what sort Of stun is in
you. Come around tomorrow and I'll
give you something to do. | am very
busy now. Good morning" He
thanked the city editor, but the local
mans attention was directed to his
newspaper.
Tucker turned up early the next
day. Bill, one Of the Continents
boys, was opening the mail contain.
ing the exchanges.
"Well?" said Bill
I'm the new man" said Tucker.
oh" said Bill, and continued his
work of arranging the exchanges.
Where can sit?" Tucker contln-
ued, bit annoyed. Bill showed him.
The chief came in and nodded to
him. That was ALL
RiCbordcnp m og,t.t,n. .t,,,
came in and began his work of read.
ing and clipping the morning papers.
Richardson was one of those men who
never wrote a story without consider.
ing the feelings OF others It didn't
make any difference what a man had
done, Richardson always remembered
that the man had a wife, or a sister.
or somebody who loved him. Richard.
son was courteousness itself. He came
over, saying in conversational way:
You're Mr.. Tucker, the new man?
am glad TO meet you I'm MIR. Rich.
ardson, and anything can do to help
you ! shall be glad to do"
Tucker was taken by surprise and
stammered his thanks.
The city editor turned over to the
days page on the assignment book,
and commenced to write from the piece
OF paper Richardson, the assistant city
editor, handed over.
Was Tucker forgotten? An hour
had passed since Bowker sat in front
of the untidy desk Could he 20 10
lunch? Tucker asked. lie woud be
only 90 minutes. Bowker needed with
out looking up from over the proofs he
was CHANGING through, Tucker came
back in 10 minutes. When he returned
Bowker called him TO his desk II was
2;l5 p. m. He noted the time because
he was watching the clock
Il wish you would go down TO our
Wall street Office, No. -- Broad street.
and report to Mr.. Blanchard, the hnan-
Cial editor He will tell you what to do.
Tucker went out with the address
written on sheet OF copy paper. He
reached the Office OF Blanchard. who
had rushed in for moment to give ad.
ditionll directions to his assistants. II
was big day" In the street" Tucker
reported to Blanchard.
New man." questioned Blanchard.
81 wish you'd go over to the stock ex-
change and watch the developments"
Where is the stock exchange?"
asked Tucker.
Blanchard looked at him in a now
Observation-Disclosures sort Of way.
But he told him, Tucker reached the
floor Of the exchange at 235, % miu-
utes before the exchange closed.
When Tucker reached the stock ex-
change he thought he was too late" be-
cause men and women were coming out
of the building In hundreds. As Il mat
ter OF fact, so evident was the despair
of that daV when "franzipd nnanca"