The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-04


 ments and gradually spread until It in- volved G. T. and McCsbe themselves G. T.. it should De explained owrer of the Press and MeCabe was arbitrary quarrelsome utterly loyal managing siitor.
 It is e lamentabe fact that the slightest disaffec- ton a newspaper office invariably makes itself felt the quality of the paper turned out In the present instance the trouble showed itself in the miserable pictures that appeared in the Press McCabe had long rrided himself the papers cuts-clear, clean, well-seleced with fine contrasts of light and dark and for three they had shown forth in the paper consistently blurred, indistnct and ugly. And he had done his best to locate the trouble without success.
 C. T himself had been highly nettled over the state of affairs. Coming into McCabe's office that morning he hcd thrown down copy of the last edition of the day before.
 How long is this thing going to keep up?" he asked ansrily Yesterday the Bulletin printed that front page picture with its cheap paper cheap ink and cheap presses, and it made also ran of We're getting out beautiful, artistic high-class magazine all right"
 McCabes face reddened Justif ble criticism of his paper didn't often enough for him to be used to it.
 The trouble is," he explained, 'there so many involved in the production of good cut that it's tcult to locate the responsibility. In the first place. the photographers got to make good print, with plenty of sharp contrasts Then the ensravers got to make a good plate. If he etches it fraction of inch too deep too shallow, the jiss up Then the stereotyper gets into the game. I'm suspicious of Walters If he doesn't mount the cut in the form just right, bakes his mat too long too short slips up in any of dozen particulars the thing comes out wrong. Same way with the press If they don't feed the ink right the particular spot if there's too much moisture in the air, if the quality of the white paper drops o1 you don't get results. Now, each one of these men is blamin. 1t tO fell who's lying. I'm pretty well satisfied that Walters is the man who's tying the thing up, but can't prove it I've watched every form through the stereoyping for week. but he pretends to be doing his best follows all the suggestions I make with suspicious aiacrity and the pictures worse than before Yet can't get the goods him."
 "what's he got against you?' inquired G. T.
 "Oh, nothing against me, but he's Ternan and he wants to put it up to the press room.'
 c. T. rumnated moment. Then he said the thing he had uttered to McCabe in the years of their working together "I guess you're little oil feed he observed, watching the other closely "why don't you take vacation of couple of weeks and let Goodrich try his hand the job?"
 McCabe up, grandy raging and his previous flush became in comparison like water to wine. eff you're not satisfied with my work" he began, hotly you can get"
 Eut G. T. wouldn't even give him the satisfaction of resignng
 "Oh, hell with that sort of talk" he said, shortly sGet busy. Do something Fire somebody. want to see an improvement" And he walked out of the room.
 When Mr. Robert J. Walker ushered into Mc- Cabe's sanctum that morning he carried himself pompously always but there an undercurrent of uneasiness In his manner which McCabe promptly detected and wondered at. Mir. Walker senior member of the firm of Walker and Stookbridge, of the biggest department store in town, and in- cdentally the biggest advertisers He short and stout and sweaty and his normal talk exploded from his lips like the clattering of gasoline engine.
 ~want to ask little favor of you, MT. McCabe," he began moppng his fat, baldish head with his hand kerchief. There little accident the river road last night. A little automobile smash-up in which my son was concerned Unde stand your Rogers has got wind of it. It's m .ter of public importance and if you your way clear, wish you wouldn't use it'
 He looked at McCabe anxiousy. He had heard tales of the managing editor of the Press and his attitude toward the suppression of news.
 Flow did it happen:" asked McCabe.
 "Why, barrier in the road where it being paired. Bob turned aside suddenly D avoid it and smashed into lamp post Machine wrecked story isn't worth anything"
 Was the chauffeur hurt t?' inquired the latter
 There chauffeur. Bob c-ove the him. aAIf-