Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-01-21

The silence in the managing editors
room Of the Daily Advance was ap-
ruptly broken by the entrance Of Ross
McHenry through a private door. HIS
eighteen years Of active newspaper
work In a career extending from cub
reporterhood to his present important
office had drilled into him the necessi-
ty, even tine habit, Of constant action
quick thought, keen and accurate per-
ception and readiness for emergencies.
He hastily threw off his coat, glanced
at several papers laid on his desk
while he was out at dinner and seated
himself in his managerial chair. He
wrote a few rapid words on pad OF
paper at his right hand as he pushed
a button with his left to summon an
office boy.
ANY one here while I was gomez
McHenry queried sharply as the boy
entered.
Yes, sir. Woman whose boy was
pinched wants to keep it out of tn
paper. Been outside two hours. She's
sittin' outside an bawls an bawls an
bawls."
Tell her we're printing a newspa-
per and I've left for the night"
Then there was a few phone calls.
We handled 'em all 'cept tn last. He
was a man named Nolan, an he wanted
ter see you.
McHenry Immediately became inter-
ested.
"what'd you tell him." ne asked, ris-
ing.
THAT you was to tn theayter."
The managing editor picked up a
Congressional Directory and SHE'D II
forcibly at the lad.
well, next time, young man, you
tell him I've just stepped down to tho
night editors room. Nolan; remember
his name-Nolan. He's the new owner
Cheese it, another owner. Nobody
keeps us long, do they?"
No" responded McHenry laconical-
". Like certain other luxuries, no.
body keeps US long. We're too expen-
sive, Durkin."
The boy grinned and hurried away
TO summon tine night editor at McHen-
rvs command and to dispose Of the
"bawling" woman.
McHenry seated himself and turned
to the ever ready telephone at the
right hand corner of his desk:
Hello, Miss Stowe! Get me Mr.
Nolan-Mr. Michael Nolan-on the wire
right away"
AS the managing editor hung up tht
receiver Moore, the night editor, en-
tered carrying a bundle of gale!
proofs in his left hand, schedule II
his right.
We'll, Moore, what have you got fo
part -" asked McHenry.
The night editor repeated rapidly II
a dead fiat monotonous voice:
"Thirty-five columns of ads. Tele
graph editors hollering for twenty col
umns. He just got couple OF MIC
fiashes-one from Pittsburs about
man eloping with his daughter-in-iaw
very fine people. Another first clas
murder from st. Louis. Local ma
twenty-six scheduled, sports are YER
heavy, bowling, fights, checkers AM
Kentucky's shut down on racing; the.
want two pages. We've got tip tina
Morgan has the asthma. Steel VII
probably open soft on Monday
MeHenry took down the telephon
receiver and held it expectantly at hi
ear. He took the proofs from Moore
hand and began looking them ovei
They contained important article
which had been set up, but which n
had not previously seen.
Hello, there's a live one," he sud
denly exclaimed. glancing over one o
the sheets. Bill, I'd like to run tina
one. Senator Deering dead yet?'
mo, not yet"
The managing editor was dissusted'
nPshaw," he exclaimed. I'll bet tn
old codger dies for the afternoon pa
pers. We're having rotten luck late
ly"
The telephone rang.
Hello, Who's this?" cried McHenr