The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1906-01-11
CAMEROY'S WATERLOO.
And This Is a True Newspaper Story
of Washington.

OF Washington.
When he came into the Office even
the Angel Child knew he was looking
for a job. IL was written all over him,
from 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 signlfying II
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"
We'll, can do little Of that" Cam.
eron said, and so he came to work on
The News.
Nobody knew where he hailed from,
and the Bohemian spirit which rules
the newspaper profession prompted no
shabby clothes, concluded his bank &C
count was not In working order, and
silent fund.-" subscribed by the stan,
went to pay his board bill for two
weeks and to 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 a 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 a still great
er surprise for the public, when one
night the dramatic editor became Ill
and for sheer want Of some enc 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
stan, The News carried the next day
a review of the performance which was
a masterpiece Of English in all its 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 1t; the others didn't
Cameron's 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-
sional expressions Of disgruntlement
on the part of others sounded like the
tinkle Of COW bell beside the rum.
bling flow of chosen words from Cam
eron when he was annoyed.
The boys didn't mind. but they
quailed to think Of what might happen
II 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 a 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 worthy call
, ing he regarded with sincere contempt
and unbiased scorn.
Mrs. Parish, on the contrary. was a
, gentlewoman 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
3 not IN offend Mrs Parish
One day, however, he came into the
Office from baseball game. The home
. team had lost, the day was hot, and
as il to add to Camerons ill humor, he
found Mrs. Parish at the big table in
the center of the room, her exchanges
completely covering what little space
might have been left for anyone else
With one sweep of his arm Cameron
sent the papers flying to every corner
, of the room, saying:
ITO hell with all this rot"
Everybody heard. Every man in thu
! room held his breath, expecting
L scene. Mrs. Parish, manifestly sur
prised, looking calmly, first at the pa
: pers, then at Cameron, and in her slow
gentle voice, as If she were repeatin,
her charming Good afternoon" sh'
!, said
= That's what I say, Mr.. Cameron
To hell with all this rot!s But yol
know If don't do it l don't get m.
dinner. But just the same, feel a
you do, and when go to some of thes
society peoples houses and they com
pei me to talk with their servant
rather than see me themselves, say
To hell with them!'"
Cameron looked like man ovel
board. He gathered up the papers iron
the floor one by one. A sheepish loo
that had never been there before cam
over his face, and when he had care
l fully piled the papers on the table b.
fore Mrs. Parish he said, loud enoug
for the entire room to hear:
| AVa,, Eaov, unur oror, hero who