The Alaska citizen., 1911-01-09
George Randolph Chester
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SUSSVScSSSNSSNSSGS pressmen. blackened with ink, per spired most happily.
 By five o'clock. men and even girls. pouring from their offices. and laborers coming from work, had all heard of it. and on the street the bold defiance created first a gasp and then smile. Another attempt 70 dislodge Sam Stone was, in the light of previous efforts. a laugh able thing to contemplate; and yet it was interesting.
 In the office of the Bulletin il was q gleeful occasion. Nonchalant re porjers sat down with that amaz- ing front page spread out before them. studied the brutal face of Stone and chuckled cynically. Lean Doc Miller. assistant city editor, or rather head copy reader. lit one cigarette from the stub of another and observed. to nobody in particu lar, but everybody in general:
 T can see where we all contribute for a beautiful Gates Ajar floral piece for one Robert Burnit;" where upon. fat Bugs" Roach, handling copy" across the table from him inquired:
 Do you suppose the new boss really has this much nerve, or is he just a - fool?"
 Stone won't do thing to him.! ingratiatingly observed "cub" re porter. laying down twelve pages of copy about man who had al most been burglari7ed.
 "Look here. you Greenleaf Whit tier Squiggs," said Doc Miller most savagely. not because he had any particular erudge against the unfor tunately named G. w, but be- cause of discipline and the custom with "Cubs.' the next time you're sent out on a twentyminute assign ment like this. remember the mum Der of the Bulletin, 427 Grand street. The telephone is Central 2051, and don't forget to report the same day. Did you get the mans name? Uh-huh His address? Uh huh. Well. we don't want the item.
 Slow and phlegmatic Jim Brown who had ben city editor on the Bulletin almost since it was the Bulletin under half dozen changes of ownership and nearly a score of managing editors, sauntered over into Jolter's room with a copy of the paper in his hand, and a long black stogie held by some miracle in the corner of his mouth. where ii would be quite out of the road of conversation.
 Pretty good stuff" he drawled indicating the remarkable first page
 "The greatest circus act that was ever pulled off in the newspaper business" asserted Jolter. Tt will quadruple the circulation of the Bull lGtin in a week"
 Make or break" assented the city editor, with the odds in favor of the break"
 A s'enderly-built young man whose red face needed a shave and whose clothes, though wrnkled and unhrushed shrieked of quality. came stumbling up the stairs in such hot haste as was possible in his con ditiOn. and without ceremony CT an nouncement burst into the room where Bobby Burnit, with that days issue of the Bulletin spread out be- fore him, was trying earnestly to get professional idea of the prop CT contents of newspaper.
 Great goods. old mani" said the stranger. T want to congratulate Q you on your lovely nerve" and seizing Bobby's hand he shook it violently.
 Thanks" said Bobby, not quite sure whether to be amused or re- sentful. Who are you?"
 Pm Dillingham;" announced the red faced young man with cheer full smile.
 Bobby was about to insist upon further information, when Mir. Jolt r came in to introduce Brown, who had not yet met Mir Burnit.
 Dill drawled Brown, with a twinkle in his eye, how much money have you?"
 Money to burn; money In every pocket" asserted MT. Dillingham;; money to last forever" and he ja med both hands in his trous- CTS pockets.
 It was an astonishing surprise to Mr. Dillingham;. after groping in those pockets, to find that he only brought up dollar bill in his left hand and forty-flve cents in silver in his right. He was still contem- plating in awed silence this per plexing fact when Brown handed him five-dollar bill
 Now you run right out and get stewed to the eyebrows again." di- rected Brown. Get properly pie kled and have it over with, then show up here in the morning with a headache and get to work. We want you to take charge of the Sam Stone expose, and in tomor- rows Bulletin we want the star introduction of your life"
 Do you mean to say you're going to trust the whole conduct of this to that chap?" asked Bobby, frowning, when Dillingham; had gone.
 This is his third day. So Dilrs safe for tomorrow morning." Brown hastened to assure him. Hell he up here early, so penitent that he'll be incased in blue fog"
 Bobby sighed and gave it up. This was a new world.
 Over in his dingy little office, up a dingy flight of stairs, Sam Stone sat at his bare and empty old desk, looking contemplatively out of the when Frank Sharpe Sharpe of the gas company, and of many other worse than dubious Stone enterprises came nervous ly bursting in with a copy of the in his hand
 Have you seen this?" he shrilled.
 Heard about it," grunted Stone.
 But what do you think of it?" demanded Sharpe indignantly, and