The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-05-03

I'm sure I hope you'll succeed, but
| wish you'd stop and see what the
| druggist says. Pm almost certain
| he'll think as I do. and to have us
| both on your side will give you lots
] of courage
.sWife, you are right-dead right"
| said Mr.. Bowser, as he arose and patted
her on the back and kissed her.
The druggist stood at his door watch
ing his boy sweep the sidewalk, and
his greeting was:
Hello, Bowser! Got a new scheme on
! hand?"
Yes, and the biggest thing I ever
| tackled. Mrs. Bowser is with me heart
and soul in this. I am going to bust the
| food trusts
"JeruShar
"Sure's you live Got the tools to do
| it WITH
And he gave the particulars, and add
ed:
could anything be more simple and
effective?"
Not on your life! Bowser, it's great.
It's fierce. It's 10 times winner. My
! meals after this, until you bring tho
trusts to time, will consist of bananas
and water. Go right along and see
the editors. Any one of them not will
| ing to help you out shall have his
sheet boycotted.'
Mr. Bowser had springs in his heels
| and June-day smile on his face as
| he boarded the car. For the next five
hours he was visiting newspaper Of
| fees. In no case did he get as high
up as the editor. He was stopped by
| man or boy who asked his name and
business, and the formula was ever
| the same:
"My name is Bowser, sir, as you
ought to know"
Never heard of you in my life be-
fore. Whom do you wish to see?''
1.-The editor
Fashion or sporting?"
Neither one, sir. I am not here to
ask about the latest thing in corsets
or whether John L. Sullivan is still
!. living"
"Oh, I thought you was
81 want the head editor, sir. 1 have
the biggest item for him he ever Sc
cured.'' aE
Another Titanic gone to the bot
tom?''
mo, SIR
Banker stole a million dollars?'
NO"
Brooklyn bridge TO be dynamited?"
"A bigger thing than any of those, sir
am going to knock out all the 1000
trusts?'
"And you want to take me to the editor
at once You can see what a scoop it is.
Yes: Well the boss editor hasn't got
down yet. He adopted an orphan from
an asylum yesterday, and it showed its
morning. Can't you call later on?'
NO sir, can't 1t is the business OF
your boss editor to be here, and 1 shall go
to some other paper and let it scoop the
hair off his head!'
"I wish you wouldn't. It's that burned
orphan, you see. 1t orter be agin the law
for 'em to have collie. Let's see? Name
of Bowser. Short, stocky man. No hair
no whiskers. Both enthusiastic and ag-
gressive. Going to knock the 1900 200, trusts
earnest as a man digging out a rabbit
I'll hand these memorable to the boss
phone You to canter right over"
Meanwhile" replied Mr. .Bowser, If
you'll canter out to the street with me L
knock your block off,
He had visited three evening papers, but
he didn't get to see the boss EDITORS, ne
didn't suppose anything would be printed
and didn't buy any copies. 1t was mrs
Bowser who got on to the racket and had
something to show him when he arrived
Before breaking the news she said:
fsWell. what have you accomplished"
Il have set the ball a-rolling.
"GoodI You mustn't mind what the yell
low journals say
you bet your life 1 shan'tl''
Have you seen these items? or course
the editors belong to the food trusts. Read
them and We will then go down TO our
dinner of bananas and water"
The articles. when consolidated. read
about follows:
the name of Bowser, tried to force his
way into the editorial rooms today to give
the editor scoop. Sdld scoop cOnSlSleO
of the statement that he (Bowser) was
going to down every food trust in the
country inside "a hours. His friends ought
to keep a better watch over him..
You don't mind, do you, dear?'' said
Mrs. Bowser as he dropped the papers
and stared at her with bullying eyes.
No answer.
1.-The bananas wait"
Mr.. Bowser rose up and staggered to
the door and down the steps and into
the dusk of the spring night. The bananas
and water and Mrs. Bowser waited until
the clock struck ten, and then the latter
turned off the gas and went to bed whis-
pering:
: Poor Mr.. Bowser. He may have been
driven to some chop-house and eaten until
he diedr'-tCopyright 1913, by the Asso-
ciated Literary PreSs.)