The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-04-30

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"But Just look at this one. !. 20
WOW. let Mr.. Brand see your ode to the
opening Of the Omaha exposition. He
went In the competition with this"
Powell handed the poem to Brand.
And I. see he came out with it."
.snorted the newspaper man. --..,...
Eyes, sir" agreed Powell family.
people haven't time for poetry"
commented Brand. =
That's what I've been trying to tell
Powow." put in Sylvester. HE was
born after his time"
"How would you like to be report
err" asked the editor.
Powelrs eyes cleaned with a sickly
color that showed that he was en-
Unused.
"a reporter? Oh, yes, SIR" he said.
Brand took down the phone.
"Hello! Give me night city editor,
please. Hello! That you? I've got
cub here named Powell. Please give
him weeks trial. Report to city ed
itor."
Where is he, sir?' asked Powell,
bewildered. -..
You're reporter now. Find OUT
Eyes, sir" He started toward the
hall door,
'Over here, Powow" cried Sylves-
ter, leading him in the opposite direc-
ton.
Joe Dillon now added to the man
aging editors troubles by again COM
ing into the Office.
THANK you, Mr. Brand" he began.
"Could you spare me little car fare?
Brand tossed him quarter. "Never
mind now," he said. Say. Joe, 60 out
with that cub tonight. It will give
you something to think about. and you
can show him as much in night as
he'd learn in a month alone. Mr.. Dill
Ion, allow me to present you to Mr..
Sylvester Nolan. Mr.. Dillon broke me
into the business" said the editor to
the newspaper owners son.
Sylvester drew a ponderous wad of
bills from his pocket and offered the
top one to the old down and outer"
"You want to handle my friend Po-
WOW with gloves" advised Sylvester.
"He's just full Of temperament"
The old newspaper man Indignantly
refused the money which young Nolan
held out to him and plunged out Of the
Office.
The poet stood mute witness to
the proceedings.
"Go after him. commanded Brand.
"Thank you, sir" and Powell darted
frightenedly after Dillon.
"Who is that old joker?" asked Syl-
vester of the editor.
"He was the best reporter that the
Advance ever had"
whats the matter with him."
"Booze"
"Too bad! Well, a fellow ought to
learn to control himself" remarked
Sylvester pompously. Nov, Brandy,
old boy, I want to ask you just one
more favor tonight, In reference to a
little actress Friend of mine, Miss
Gueneviere Mckenzie"
"Oh-come-don't'- -. :'**.:
run her picture in 4 prominent
place, won't you?" Sylvester handed
Brand photo. Miss Gueneviere Nc
Kenzie. Don't you know her.? She's
in the second row at the Tyroll, and
it's darn shame. I've got a ubretto
for her later on. Can't you help her
out and get her small part now?'' r.
"1'm afraid that is hardly in my
line"
you'd be doing a favor TO- the
show, for she's good enough to be a
prima donna. She's been kept back by
jealousy. Told me go herself. When
will you have it in-tomorrow?"
II scarcely think we can do that
sort Of thing in the Advance. We
don't print pictures Of chorus girls
| unless there's some good story about
them-lost jewels, barred from a no.
tel on account of dog. divorce orr
Sylvester broke in relievedly, "Oh,
she's been divorced!''
HAS she! When?"
"Last year"
THAT'S dead. Wait till her next.
She doesn't 60 in"
"Why-why-won'ty you do it," STAN
mered the young man, who, deeply ap'
preciating the fact that he was his
fathers son-yes, indeed failed to com
prehend how any employee on the Ad:
vance could refuse him anything
"She's the cutest little girl you ever
saw, you old gazoot. You stick to me
,.uz. and I'll give you
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