Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1909-12-22
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Hemirick,s ,certainlv indnstri-
ous,,. said Mr.. Pickle, night city edi.
tor Of the daily Whiff aHe,s always
writing SUNDAY stun,
Cant burn the candle at both
ends observed Tom Click. who was
ON the cable desk. ..He'li blow up
like they all do He's vo,,np and
eager. Of course. but Il he keeps. this
gait up it'll be tell the gang fond
good bye for his 4 - i.e3 rs
They gazed at Hendrick, who was
beating out a story on his typewrit.
er. Click sighed.
II remember the biggest weeks
bill i ever made as a reported, said
he refectively. "Time of the St
Louis cyclone. 81 wrote,
Mere Mr.. Pickles phone rang and
he answered it with glad haste be-
j cause he'd heard abont that record
bill. Click. having little 10 do at the
moment, strolled about the city room.
I He halted at Hendrick,s desk and
greeted the yonng man amiably.
.Evenin', Joe.'' said he. what YOU
maxim, ~
Sunday story, replied Hendrick
briefly. 5li
Click remained beside him. Hend-
rick stopped work and hid the sheet
upon his machine by carelessly law
ing one arm over 1t. He smiled cold
".
Romance n pursued Click. and he
wondered Why Hendrick flushed at
the word, aWhv don't Won shoot ont
some more Of that Bowery iunk9 Its
good and you can't turn out too many
Of ,em. How YOU feeling p, 5
.sA.h. I'm all right" said Hendrick.
He: sighed as II irrltated. La,
Il tell Won. better not try "a dn too
much, Click warned. Il was inst
rs gay as You are when / was q
young fellow. Therein he renorters
after we're dead"
aSome one ON vour ,nhone. sir, a
small copy boy sought the sneakers
attention.
rs you'll find OUT ended Click
! and scuttleds to his desk
Obviously relieved. Hendrick re.
turned to his work. Sheet after
sheet Joined the neat nile beside the
typewriter. In the middle Of one. at
which he stared with worried ewes.
boy announced that his services
were required nv the city desk
.ssMan killed two. took gas himself
and made q bloomer of IT now at
! the hospital. wife caueht him with
afinity on the street. Here's the
4 Names sWe can't stand over three
quarters tonight. Only ten mage
paper, said Mr. Pickle. "Smith can
Z take 1t on the phone il 1t looks like
! late job. Gimme what YOU can for
the first"
Hendrick rushed back to his COPY.
folded 1t into big envelope and slid
that into his coat pocket.
..Why does he lug a Sunday story
around on this murder thing9s. ulo,nd-
cred Click. who saw the action 1That
boys mead is Just SO full Of space.
grabbing in the magazine section
that he can't think OF ANYTHING else.
Hendrick, having earnered a story
good enough for the-first page. re.
turned In time to pound out a third
Of a column for the first edition.
Then he rewrote the late and length.
ened 1t to, the full column. to which
Mr.. Pickle. being pleased with his
young mans xleanines gracious,y
nded the space allowance.
'vas i a. m. when Hendrick An
This nights assignment Click.
home with all the morning pa.
under his arm, was shocked to
= Hendrick take out an envelope,
rapidly scan the typewritten pages
4 It had held and then begin upon the
Sunday stun The toiler looked up
and met Clicks gaze.
gu better 80 nome, get out o
! mere ana quit that ding-donging for-
ever! want any eyes or brains left
ior your dig age r.
henarick sml'ea coldiy.
MY eyes are an right ne retort'
ed. Good night!
lckie' sald Click, kicking MS
way through the clutter OF PROOFS
upon the moor WITHIN Two loot ra
dus OF MS colleague you TAX 70
mat kid. hes dany, my noy, Been