New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-03-08


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greasy pack Of cards. I'VE draw Tor IT,
Come on. High wins.
Lack announced ONeill.
deuce smiled Howe what are your orders,
Sir
O'Neill passed one hand before his eyes a steak,
he nuttered. We'll done-nushroom sauce-French
fried potatoes I've always dreamed OF running paper
some day. Hurry up with that steak!
Forget your stomach said Howe "If subordinate
may make a suggestion, must get out newspaper
All whom have we here
A stocllv red-faced man appeared from the inner
room and stood regarding them.
where's Mears and Elliott" he demanded
~Ona train. riding far, said O'Neil 81 am the new
managing editor. What can do for YOU:
You can give me four columns OF copy for the last
page Of tomorrows Mail, said the stocky man
calmly I'm foreman Of something IN there we call a
composing room. Glad to meet you.
-Four columns" mused ONeill. "Of WHAT
The foreman pointed to a Of battered books on
shelf Its been the custom, he said ito I'LL up with
stuff out OF that encyclopedia there.
Thanks O'Neill answered. He took down book
We'll fix YOU up in ten minutes Mr. Howe, VIII you
please do me two columns mullgatawny-
,nurder-mushrooms. That's it, mushrooms! The
life story OF the humble little mushroom! myself Will
dash off a column or so on the climate OF Algeria
The foreman withdrew, and Howe and ONeill stood
looking at each other
once. said O'Nein Il ran an editorial page in Bos-
ton where YOU can always fill space by printing letters
from citizens who wish rewe Lincolns Gettysburg
Address, and 10 it right. But never struck anything
like this before.
Me either. said Howe. "AIushrooms, did YOU say:'
They sat down before typewritcrs.
one thing worries me- remarked O'Nell. "lt we'd
asked the president OF the First National Bank Tor JOBS,
DO YOU suppose we'd be in charge there now
Write Man, wre!" said Howe.
The clater Of their fingers on the keys filled the ROOM
THEY looked up suddenly ten minutes later, to find
man standing between them. He was little
man clad al in white-sit shoes, stockings His sly
old face was lemon yellow, and his eyes suggested
lights flaming in the dark woods at night.
Beg pardon said the little man.
All. and what can we 10 for you; inquired ONeill.
"Nothinq Mr. Mears2 Mr.. Elliott"
Gone Vamosed. You speaking to the
managing editor OF The Mail
"Ah, Indeed"
We are very busy. II you'll just tell me what you
want
Il merely dropped in. am Manuel Gonzale, owner
Of The Mail"
Good Lord cried O'Neill
~Do not be disturbed | take it YOU gentlemen have
replaced Nears and Elliott. am glad. Let them 90.
You look ike bright young men to quite bright
enough. | employ YOU.
~Thanks,~ stammcrcd the managing editor.
Don't mention it. Here is Madame On Dts col
unn for tomorrow It runs the first page. As for
the rest OF the paper, suit yourselves.
O'Neill took the copy, and glanced through it. Are
there no libel laws down here; he asked.
The material in that column, said the little man,
his eyes narrowing, concerns only me- You must UNI
C,r-tand that 10 once.
The Madame writes hot stuff" venturcd O'Neill
81 am the Madame, said the owner OF The Mall
with ignity