The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1906-01-05
cAMERox'S WATERLOO.
And This Is True Newspaper Story
u Washing ION.

And This I 5 True Newspaper Stor,
81 Washing ION.
When he came into the Office ever
) the Angel Child knew he was lOokinl
! for JOB. Ii was written all over him
; rom the brim of his rusty hat to the
tips of his well-worn shoes. And this
IS = true newspaper story Of Washing
ton.
! The city editor knew what was com
ing. but refrained from signifying il
until the request had been made.
Nothing doing, said the city editor
unless you can help out on sports
We need somebody there Just now"
well, can do little of that" Cam.
eron said, and so he came to work on
The News.
Nobody knew where he nailed from,
and the Bohemian spirit which rules
the newspaper profession prompted no
one to ask. Somebody noticed his
shabby clothes, concluded his bank &C
count was not in working order, and
a silent fund" subscribed by the staff,
went to pay his board bill for two
weeks and 70 put him on his feet.
He wrote sports, and soon aroused
the newspaper fraternity by his wide
knowledge Of athletics and his supreme
command Of vocabulary of slang the
like of which had never been heard
before, and which formed the basis
for to-day's wonderful dictionary of
sport terms.
He first distinguished himself by
daily series of baseball paragraphs
which soon made the sport page of The
News one of the most conspicuous fea.
lures of the paper.
A still more brilliant achievement
was in store for him, and still great.
er surprise for the public. when one
night the dramatic editor became i'll
and for sheer waLt of some one better
to send the city editor told Cameron
to cover Irving's performance OF
"Robespierre" at the National Theatre.
To the utter amazement of the entire
staff, The News carried the next day
review Of the performance which was
a masterpiece of English in all it's pur-
ity and splendid scope. Cameron was
the only man who was not surprised in
the sensation the review caused. He
knew he could do it; the others didn't.
Camerons versatility was marked
In unremitting and far-reaching use of
profanity Cameron found no takers. 1t
just rolled out, and those who got to
know Cameron best attempted nothing
that savored of reform. He had not
been on the paper two weeks before /
his reputation for profanity had left |
all others at the post, and the occa, !
sionai expressions of disgruntlement |
on the part of others sounded like the |
tinkle of ccw bell beside the rum |
bling flow of chosen words from Cam
erOn wnen he was annoyed.
The boys didn't mind, but they |
quailed to think of what might happen !
If demure little Mrs. Parish, the social |
editor, ever heard Cameron swear. /
They dreaded the consequences, al
though nobody could really tell just /
what the result might be.
Cameron was confirmed woman
hater. He declared women to be the
supreme nuisances of the earth and
absolute impossibilities in business.
That they should intrude into newspa
per work and so hamper mans per
Torrance of his duties in a worthy call
ing he regarded with sincere contempt
and unbiased scorn.
Mrs. Parish, on the contrary, was o
to the tips of her fin
gers. Her slow, deliberate manner of
speech bespoke her gentle Southern
ancestry and gave some indication of
her fine womanly character.
Despite his profound antagonism to
ward the gentler sex, Cameron thought
enough of his position on the paper
not to offend Mrs. Parish.
One day, however, he came into the
office from a baseball game. The home
team had lost, the day was hot, and,
as if to add to Cameron's i'll humor, he
found Mrs. Parish at the big table in
the center of the room, her exchanges
covering what little space
might have been left fer anyone else.
With one sweep of his arm Cameron
sent the papers flying to every corner
Of the room, saying:
"To hell with all this rot!"
Everybody heard. Every man in the
room held his breath, expecting a
scene. Mrs. Parish, manifestly sur
prised, looking calmly, first at the pa.
pers, then at Cameron, and in her slow,
gentle voice, as IL she were repeating
her charming Good afternoon!" she
said:
That's what I say, Mr.. Cameron.
To hell with all this rot!' But you
know If l don't do 1t don't get my
dinner. But Just the same, feel as
you do, and when go to some Of these
society peoples houses and they com
pei me to talk with their servants
rather than see me themselves, l say,
To hell with them!'"
Cameron looked like man over
BOARD. He gathered up the papers from
he floor one by one. A sheepish look
hat had never been there before came
over his face, and when he had care
'ully piled the papers on the table be
ore Mrs. Parish he said, loud enough
or the entire room to hear:
'You keep your papers here when
Ind as long as you please, and the frs,