Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-04-23
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considerable periOd-we have been reading
these cub reporter stories in the maya
zines Of the weekly and monthly variety.
1t is only fair and fitting to state, right
at the outset, that we have not recognized
the cub reporter-the cub reporter that we
know and used to be-as he is pictured
and portrayed in the magazine stories
aforesaid.
We don't make him. We don't get him.
The magazine stories about the cub re-
porter do not panorem him to our view as
we knew and know him. You nnow those
magazine stories about the cub reporter.
of course. The major point about him
that the magazinists inevitably make Is
this'n: The cub reporter is there with the
merchandise, on'y he don't get no chanst
to display his line of goods. That is to
say, the magazine cub reporter just fairly
reeks with undiscovered potentially. He
is all to the bung-bungs, ony they Will not
intrust him with the aforesaid chanst.
When ii comes to real, on-the-level,
sure-enough reportering, the cub reporter
of the magazines, it seems, has got all the
rest of the reporters on the staff, includ-
ing the grim. seasoned. silent logged old
bucks Of the reportorial staff who'Ve been
doing night piece and things for twenty
years or so-the cub reporter has got 'em
all Gn the magazine story walloped to a
mere wistful whisper.
You savvy the usual brand Of No: Z
dope dished up in the average magazine
story about the cub reporter
y.
He has just joined the city staff c'join-
ed the city STAIR is the way the maya
zinists put it, and he's sitting around
the Office, waiting for the city editor to
slip him some of the big stuff. He Is sad
and sore at heart over the nature and
character of the junky assignments the
city editor has been handing out to him.
He is distressed because he has only
been assigned to report a meeting of the
Daughters of Zion CA stickful about
that'l do says the city EDITOR, ana
showed out to write up millinery open
ing GLAND those people the oil, Kid. be-
cause they're popular in the business Of
flee says the city EDITOR, and all ina
sort of perfectly horrible and nonsensi-
cal stuff
The cub reporter Gn the magazine
story is there with the heavy, slghfui
nix-nix on that kind O. work. He can
see it, He fails to discern It, Oh, yes, he
reflects, p'raps that crab of a city editor
is on'y trying him out and all that sort
Of foolishing: but. doggone it all, why
doesn't the city editor know that he. the
cub reporter. is there with the capacity
run away with the colossal assignments:
and why doesn't the city editor know
that he, the cub reporter, has got it on
all of those f1ivs. the so-called star men
of the city staff, ninety-seven ways from
the acerino?
Thus Tin the magazine cub reporter
story the cub reporter, sitting around
waiting for his large opportunity, sits
around the office, musing somberly upon
the hardness of his unappreciated fate.
And as he sits around the office, y'know,
why, all hands of the staff glare at him
with positive hatred in their eyes. All
Of the old-timers of the staff, it appears,
have experienced a bunch (anyhow, that's
what the cub reporter muses. that the
cub reporter. sitting there gnawing on his
nails, is the gink who is going to give 'em
all an awful run for their star billets.
and. being afraid of him owing to that
lunch rafting around in their dia-
phragms, why, what more natural than
that they should keep right on glaring
at him as if they hated his internal
mechanism with an unquenchable hatred?
Nothin' on earth is more natural, of
course.
The uproar in the city room lin the
magazine cub reporter story always is