The Alaska citizen., 1911-01-09
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 What. hereof re. has been the l.,l.s- f .'is IAp.r.
 .Pa'o ,eraa jelly" snapped Ben J...r ...u..lE.
 Sl.. 70. .u ne au.rS'ane, hasn't i- l,...' Ns.l. smuugly inquired.
 'I's -i.as- perfectly ladylike in ~rH' .- said about him.
 An what are fae politics of the
 At this Mir Jol'cr suorted.
 Ii.. a. a... newspaper men Nr H3H.." he sa-ci in quick de f,a.e. and a god newspaper man
 B,Jay c.,. Mr. Joltcr with con tcmr'a#.c fa.ar. He was a stout. L.aI and sparse gray hair that would persist in tauglins and curl ing a- lie euts. and he peTpetually p- lis sleeves rolled up over his liG arms.
 T dor'f know anything about this business" confessed Bobby. but l hope to First of all, I'd like to GaI u1r vAy he Bulletin has no cir Dllation."
 The lagk f a spinal column" asserted JuI-er It has had no policy. stood pat on no proposition, and made h aggressive fight on any t..ug.
 If I understand what you mean uy rhe word" said Bobby slowly, the Bulletin is going to have policy"
 It was now Mir. JoItor's turn to gaze coutemplativcly at Bobby.
 If guu We're len years older l would Ic.l mere hopeful about it." he decided bluu,ly.
 The ycunS man flushed uncomfort- ably. He was keeuly aware that he had made all a. f himself in bus mess four successive times. and hat Jolter knew it. By way of la.iug the music. however, he show d 'o th. mauaging editor a let ter. left behind with old Johnson for Bobby hy the lI-e John Burnit:
 The mere fact that man has
 teen foolish four times is no
 ab~ lu'c proof that he is a fool;
 but u'5 miah'y significant
 Lint. However. Bobby, I'm still
 he.in& on you. for by this
 time tnI .a-.r 10 have your
 fighting blrod al the right tenn
 rcrarrc; and I've seen you
 play gfcar polo ill spite Of a
 cla Eo! r5a.
 ?. : H aas aue else intimates
 that you're lnol trounce him
 .a, fla E-c.
 If f'a-s- auy'mrg in heredity you're l4.hy young man." said Juir.r seriously, a. he handed back
 T tn.Hk Ike governor was wor- ricd Il. oUr il himself" admitted HuAtE o5fa a smile; and ii hc was do4t,ml cen u.ame you for be- inG -o. \p.srJhelc-s, MT Jolter, l mus tu-jst that We are going to have ls....," and he quietly out lined il.
 Hr Jo.,sr had b. en so long dreetins voice in the newspaper business that he could not be start led tt anything sh IT of a Presi- denial assassination. and that at press time x yertheless. at Rob- by's aIHauuc ment he immediate Iy sought iOr his pipe and was compelled to go into his own of fi,e @tt ir He came back light ing i, and felt better. "iIs sulCide.' he declared.
 Then we'll commit suicide" said Bobby pleasantly.
 Mr. Jolor, after long, grinning thought soltmuly shook hands with him. I'm irr it." said he. Here's hoping that We survive long enough to Write our own obituary" NIT, Joltcr, 10 whom fighting was as rhe breath of newmown hay, and who had long been curbed in that delightful occupation, went back in'o his own office with more cheerful air than he had worn for many day, and issued a few forceful orders, winding up with a direction to the press foreman to prepare for ten thousand extra copies that evening. Nh.n the three o'clock edition of the Bulletin came on the street, the entire first page was taken up by a life-si2e half-tone portrait of Sam Stone, and underneath it was the simple legend: THIS MAN MUST LEAVE TOWN The first c'tiz- ns to awake to the fact that the Bulletin was born anew were the neWsboys. Those live and enterprising merchants, with a very keen judgment of comparative values, had long since ceased to call the Bulletin at all half of them had even ceased to carry it. With l in two minutes after this edition vas out they were clamOrng for additional copies, and for the first 1 time in years the alley door of the | Bulletin was beseiged by a seething | mob of ragged. diminutive, bowling masculinity. Out On the street, l however, they were not even now | calling the name of the paper They were holding forth that black first page and screaming just the name !. Cf sam Stone. sam Stone! It was a magic name, | for Stone had been the boss of the town since years without number; man who had never held office, | but who dictated the filling of all | offices, man who was not oStensi- l ply in any business, but who sway ed the fortune of every public en- terprise; selfcCnfessed grafter whom crusade after crusade had | failed to dislodge from absolute | power The crowds upon the street | snapped eagerly at that huge DOT trait and searched as eagerly through | the paper for more about the boss | They did not find it, except upon the editorial page, where in the space usually devoted to drivel | about How Kind We Should Be to Dumb Animals" and Why Fath- CTS Should Confde More in Their