Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1906-03-08
What He Did While the Whole
R%eportorial Staff Was
Gone.
OFFICE BOY AT THE HELM
Wanted TO Please Everybody. but In.
sistsd on Being Permitted 20 Sc.
cure the Score by
Innings.
From the Kan,as city Star.

for first place in the league race for
the pennant. All OF the fan about
town were predicting that the present
series of three games ought to settle
the question as to which OF the lead
ers would be entitled to fly the piece
Of red and yellow bunting.
"Traddles. l wish you would take
care of the ONCE while I am gone"
said Hawkins, the city editor of the
Daily Boomerang. He lighted a cigar
the>bunch of upstairs editors and writ
ers who were going to the game. And
say, Traddles." he called back to the
office boy, watch the telephone and
keep the bulletin service going. for this
whole town has gone baseball mad"
Sure. MIR. Hawkins" 1raddles an
swered cheerily. SO that is how 1t
happened that the Office boy was the
only person left that afternoon 10 rep
resent the Daily Boomerang In an ed
itorial capacity.
The telephone bell kept ringing with
calls from people who asked o the
game. what time 1t would be called.
who would pitch for the opposing
teams. who would likely win. and
wasn't this ladies' day.
"Put all of these calls on another
wire. or answer them yourself Trad
trail. III this thing keeps up we won't
% able to get the score from the park
by innings"
Traddles was looking at the pictures
In a magazine during a short breath
ing spell when he beheld a tall man
wearing a long black coat with he
sleeves worn to a shine. a standup coll
lar, a white tie n a high silk hat that
had evidently seen its best days long
ago. =.
the tall man said, looking at the office
hNV nN-or h{Q 0lQ SQAQ which had Slld
down near the tip of his nose.
THE city editor Is not in. but you
a leave 1t and 1 will ubtnit 1t to
him." Traddles said politely.
II will sit down here and write II out.
II you have no objections"
Certainly; take this desk n make
yourself comfortable. here is some pa
per and a pencil"
Il like this sort OF a thing. writing
for the paper: 1t is such a splendid
vehicle for the dissemination of knowl-
edge" the tall man said. But l some
times think you ought to leave out a
good deal OF that trash and fll the pa
per full Of livelier matter. But then
you cannot afford to carry II
force of writer's large enough to do
that"
The telephone rang.
Nothing. nothing in to first: Reds
nothing, Browns two In the second. ;"
Traddles CAV the message to "A boy.
who took 1t downstairs to the bulletin
writer. The crowd was gathering out
side. A groan ran through 1t when the
bulletin was posted. Couldn't hit Il
flock Of balloons" n man was heard
to say. Rotten work" a boy cried
out.
Traddles' attention was attracted by
q rustllng of feminine trappings In the
room. He turned around and a vision
OF loneliness greeted his Eyes. Two
pretty summer girls We're smiling at
him. They wore fluffy gowns of blue
and pink batiste n carried parasols
OF colOrs to match.
May we inquire If this is the Daily
Boomerang ffice?" the eldest--the one
in ~pink-asked this in the sweetest OF
tones.
Yes. ma'am. this is the city editors
room." Traddles replied. bowling.
"Well-ah. well-ah. we called-that is
I'VE called to ask II any OF the report
ers are In"
Her face was q picture OF blushing
roses as. In her confusion. she looked
down at the ioor and made zig-zag
marks on 1t with the point Of her para
sol.
"wh:- don't you tell the gentleman
that we wish to see a reporter" the
Gtrl In blue said with al impatient toss
of her head.
Any reporter in particular" Trad
dies asked.
"oh. no n In particular-you see
We don't know the reporters.
II am sorry. but the reporters are all
out on their work" Traddles was glad
they were out.
The tall man was writing away OF
his original article. The crowd down
In the street was growing impatient.
This is such q Disappointment" the
girl in pink said. pouting.
Yes. 1t 10 horrid.' the girl in blue
said.
Perhaps II you want to leave an
item I can take it," Traddles suggested.
He felt hurt.
mo. we didn't come To put an item
In the paper. We simply want to gaze
on the form and %eatures OF a real live
reporter"
Traddles looked puzzled. The MAJ
writing III original article was per-
spring. He took off his coat.
1T is really too bad, ladies, but NAV
! ask why o wish to see q real live
reporter"
Well. o see 1t is this way" the
girl in pink said: "Our sister who has
been teaching school out in Kansas has
porter and we came here just to see
what a reporter looks like"
"Oh. l understand" said Traddles.
'But you should know thai the re-
porters out in Kansas are not like
h reporters who work on this paper.
AAASJ XIX VI a ulIlCIcIII UT0tu-SuOTI-
horns or something like that"
The tall man writing the original
article was removing his collar and tie.
Traddles manager to catch the girl in
blue in time to save her from falling,
while The girl In pink ran screaming
from the room.
1T was only a twinge of pain" she
gasped as the people from the BUSH
ness office came running in and saw
her seated in the chair with Traddles
tanning her with a folded newspaper.
Il didn't hear you ringing" Traddles
told h telephone girl. Nothing. moth
ang In the third. same in the fourth"
Something blew n the local room.
Show me the editor of this p
n l will whip the life out OF him In
less time than 1t takes to tell It,"
Traddles saw a little why. dark fea-
tured man with long black hair. sharp,
penetrating eyes and hands with An
gers that looked like claws.
THE editors and the fellows who run
n paper are out. and I am only the
office boy"
Reds two. Browns nothing in the
!. The crowd down In the street was
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