The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1909-01-17
(By Thornton)


The real secret of my success in
NE" said Buck Jennings. musingty.
lies In the fact that when / was a
young man | lost my Job. What was |
doing? Well, | was reporter. You
see 1t was this way"
Mr.. Jennings spat carefully at the
box Of sawdust and looked at his au-
dience expectantly. 60 ahead" was
the answer to his unspoken query,
tell us how 1t all happened, Buck"
Mr.. Jennings calmly took another
chew and launched out as follows:
81 had just finished my freshman
year and came back home to Normal
sure, it's on the map--for the sum
mer vacation. After q week or so the
old man suggests that / apply my
we'll known ability to some legitimate
line Of endeavor that would produce
a little of the ready. / always did
have a strong aversion to manual la
Dor and finally manages to land a job
as cub" reporter on the Blooming
dale Bulletin-Normal being a suburb
of that town. The Bulletin was a
fine paper but all to the goody -goody.
They wouldn't let me smoke cigar
cites in the editorial sanctum, but
otherwise they treated me all right
and the pay looked good to father
/ thought I'd struck a life job, but
that's where / took the wrong bunch.
Things drifts along till time for school
tn open up again and l refuses flat
nd 10. ,.,ft, TO t,n hoc Ir,,e
edge, Reporting was good enough for
me and the higher education seemed
something to be avoided. The old
man was furious and he and I has a
long and heated argument, with the
result that l goes to living in a
boarding house. | got my pay raised
once and thought I'd mako Willie
Randolph look like an embalmed one
in year or'so. But I didn't. AS the
Dutch say, 'Es waer zu Schoen
GeWesen. Fs Hat NIGHT Solen Sem
zone night as I comes to work at 7
o'clock, the city editor says to me,
'Clarence'-yes. that's my real first
name, don't blame me-Tv got big
assignment for you AS l swells up
and looks good to myself, he goes on
to explain that the carpenters union
IL about to declare a strike for
decent living wage and for me to find
out all about 1t and why. He addss by
way of tip. that special meeting
OF the union has been called for that
very night. He forgets to add how
ever. that half the force has been
crippled in the afternoon trying to
get the story Afterwards he allowed
that he supposed I'd find out all about
that side of il, all right all right.
The proposition looks like a pipe to
me and I blows up to Trades Assem-
bly, hall with a bunch Of carpenters
and sits in on the front seat After
a while some more comes and they
starts the meeting. They'd just got
meeting had been read and approved,
when some long-legged scalawag be-
hind me jumps up and says real
loud. Who Is the Teller here? and
points at my shrinking form. Every
body gets up and examines my points
and I hears low talk of spy 'scab,'
and other nice names. Who are you,
anyway? says the chairman. glover
ing. Why, I'm only little Johnny
Jones from the next block and moth
er said Throw him out was the
cry and out went
81 starts down stairs and on the
first landing meets another bunch
up. Remembering my respon-
sibility as the best little reporter in
central Illinois. I joins them and
goes back in. This time I sits down
In a nice, quiet place and looks small