The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1909-01-17
THE CUB REPORTERS STORY

and insignificant Now the carpen-
tiers were all talking at once, denounc-
ing the bosses as bloated bondholders
and professional thugs and l gets busy
with my note book under my coat.
Pretty soon, however, / gets spotted
and then we repeats our first act at
the special request of the audience.
This time I goes clear down stairs
and begins to wonder what next?
sits on the curb and feels blue for
awhile. Then / had a bunch that I'd
take the third whirl at It, l sneaks
In with another bunch and gets some
more dope before the sons Of toll
gets wise to my presence This time
catches hell Get out of here and
stay out, you little shrimp yells the
chairman, and If you come back
Wen kin you They throws me out
good and proper this time. When
picks myself up at the bottom of the
stairs I swears tn get the whole
story If it kills me. Then I rolls a
pin and starts to dope out my line
Of campaign: It's up to me to
knock some son-of- a-gun Of q car
penter down and take it away from
him, or and then I has the best
idea yet
II counts over my pile and finds
s4.75 and street car ticket on de-
post. Then I waits. After awhole
the meeting breaks up and all the
hammerers comes down the stairs.
lays for Sandy Mclean. He was
the unions secretary and, incidentally,
hn nn1xy IN, ha IL
Sandy was a ball player and he and
had met in the brush I takes him
aside and says, Sandy, let's have
drink. Fine business says he and
away we goes.
IAN hour later I'd spent 1915 for
Scotch for Sandy and all but the
street car ticket for beer for myself.
Sandy was soused! Oh, he had a
regular sunburst and I had an awful
time getting somebody to hold the
door still while steered him out and
down the street towards home All
this time I'd been asking him about
the strike and he'd been telling me
he'd promised to keep his mouth shut.
Jennie he would say, 4 can't go
back on the union He still carried
his secretary's book and fear of the
Devil himself wouldn't have made him
let go of 1t for minute. AS we
walks down the street towards his
home notices that It's getting late.
had to do something and I had to
do it right away. Sandy, see that guy
across the street laughing at YOU says
I. AS he turned to look grabs his
book and runs. Sandy tries to follow
but he's old tanglefoot right and falls
down and goes to sleep on the side
walk. where I left him, not because I
wanted to but because I had to.
II runs to the office and writes
two column story about the strike
ordered for the next day according to
sandy's book-giving publicity to all
particulars, even to the names Of the
strike committee and the unions
opinion of the BOSSES
"Then walks up to the city editors
desk: Here's your old strike says
l. and say. Old Sport. maybe 1t amt
doings" why, Mr.. jennings
says he. looking shocked, believe
you've been drinking I hope I have
says 7, and If I'd had somebody to
hold that typewriter still I'd made
better time Well, well, says he, Tn
so sorry. Employees Of the Bulletin
are not allowed to drink oh, they
amt, amt they says I and smites
him on the head with Sandy's book.
Then they throws me QUIT seemed
like I'd got the maitland 7 goes away
with my newspaper ambitions all
shattered They printed my story.
though"