New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-03-01
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MARSH l. l9i+

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better be moving on to the next town.
Blu the lean stranger gave no need III
stead ne stepped over and entered INTO ear
nest converse with citizen OF San Marco
In a moment he returned to his companion
side. a.-r,
zone newspaper, he announced, - ! he
Evening Chronicle Suppose the Office Is
locked for the night; but come along let >
Feed or otherwise annoy" muttered the
little man blankly. For the love OF Allan
AIMS
THEY traversed several side streets, and
L came at last to the office OF The
Chronicle" It was d modest structure,
verging on decay. one man sat alone IN the
dim interior. reading exchanges under an
electric lamp.
Good evening. said the short man gen
ially. Are YOU the editor ~
~Uh-huh. responded The Chronicle
man without enthusiasm, from under his
green cyeShade.
clad to know you. We just dropped in
"a couple of newspaper men, YOU know
This i, Mr.. Harry Howe, until recently
managing editor of The Mobile Press My
own name is Robert O'Neill, a humble edl-
torial writer on the same sheet.
"Uh-huh. If YOU had jobs, for God 5 sake
why did YOU leave them; ,
@Ah. YOU may we'll ask" The red-haircd
one dropped unlimited into . char. va
man. its a dramatic story. The Chief OF
Police Of Mobile happened TO be crook and
q CRATER and we happened TO mention 1t
in The Press Night before last twenty
five armed cops invaded the peace and sane
titv of Our sanctum. Harry and l-pure
accident-landed in the same general heap
at the foot of the fire escape out back. And
here we are! Here we are"
MY newspaper instinct, said The
Chronicle" man, had already enabled me
to gather that last"
Sarcasm! 1t was bad sign. But blithely
Bob O'Neill continued. .,
Here we are" he said, @two experienced
newspaper men, down and out. We thought
there might possibly be a vacancy or two
on the staff Of your paper
The editor threw off his eyeshade, reveal
ing a cynical face. Boys" he SAID, u
thank YOU from the bottom of my heart.
I've been running this alleged newspaper
Tor TWO long, uIcdIE SCdlS, dlLA 0AIt, 80 =
you've lust handed me is the first I've had
during that time Vacancies. There is one
"a big one See my pocket for particulars
Two years, Boys And all the time hoping
-praying-that some day I'd make two
dollars and sixty cents, which is the railroad
fare to the next town.
Howe and O'Neill listened with faces that
steadily grew more sorrowful.
"I'd like to stake YOU to a meal the
editor went on; but mans first duty IS
to his family. Any burglar will tell you
that"
Il suppose" ventured O'Neill, most OF
the flash gone from his manner, "thcre IS
no other newspaper here"
40, there isn't There's a weird thing
here called The San Marco Mall a morn
ing outrage. It's making money; but by
different methods than I'd care to use. You
might try there You look unlucky. Per
haps they'd take YOU on.
lie rose from his chair, and gave them di-
rections for reaching The Mail" office.
Goodnight, Boys, he said. Thank you
for calling. You're the first newspaper men
I've seen in two years, except when I've
looked in the glass-and the other day |
broke my looking glass. Goodnight, and
bad luck go with you to the extent of jobs
on The Nail'!"