Bisbee daily review., 1916-03-25
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1914. by the Red Book Cornorationl
CHAPTER XxVlI.
Chicken, or Steak?

l Quately express us violent emOtlOnS on the subject, utilized it's whole front page with the one word War" print ed in red ink.
 Now. however the free and entirely uncurbed, having risen most gloriously : in the past to every emergency, no | matter how great, positively fioun- | dered in the very wealth of it's oppor- l tunities. One brilliant head writer, | after trying in vain to combine the | diverse elements of this uncomfort- ably huge sensation. landed on the sin | gle word "Yowi" and went out, in a | daze. for a drink. One paper landed on the Franco-German war as the | leading thrill in this overrich comb nation of news. one took up the greed ! of Allison, one featured the world mo- nopoly, one the assured downfall of ! England, and one the general absorp- tion of everything by the cereal trust.
 Saturday night, however, saw no ] late extras. The story" was too big to touch without something more tan gible than the word of even so sub 1 stantial a man as Gerald Fosland; and i long before any of the twelve eager ] young gentlemen had reached the of flee, the scout brigade. hundreds strong, were sniffing over every trail and yelping over every scent.
 They traced the visiting diplomats from the time they had stepped down their respective gangplanks to the time they walked up them again. They were unable to locate Joseph G. Clark, the only multimillionaire in America able to crawl in a hole an6 pull the hole in after him; Robert E. Taylor, who never permitted anybody but a personal friend to speak to him from dinner time on. and Edward F.. Allison. of whom there had been no trace since noon. They might just as well not have found the others, for neither Chisholm nor Hayerman nor Grandin nor Vance could be induced to make any admissions. be trapped into yes or no, or grunt in the wrong place. They had grown up with the art of interviewing, and had kept one lap ahead of it, in obedience to na- lures first law, which as every school boy knows, though older people may have forgotten it, is the law of self preservation.
 Until three o'clock in the morning every newspaper office in New York was a scene of violent gloom. The worlds biggest sensation was in those offices, and they couldn't touch it with pair of tongsi The deterrent was that the interests involved were so large that one might as well sit on keg of gunpowder and light it. as to make the slightest error. The gentle men mentioned as the organizers of the International Transportation con- pany collectively owned about all the money and all the power and all the law in the gloriously independent United States of America; and if they got together on any one subject, such as the squashing of newspaper, for instance. something calm and impress sive was likely to happen. On the other hand. if the interesting story the free and entirely uncurbed had in its possession were true, the squash ing would be reversed, and the free ness and entirely uncurbedness would be still more firmly seated than ever, which is the palladium of our national liberties; and heaven be good to us.
 Towards morning there was an army of newspaper men so worried and dis tressed. and generally consumed with the mad passion of restraint, that there was scarcely a fingernail left in the profession, and frightened-eyed copy boys hid behind doors. Sud denly a dozen telegraph operators, in as many offices, jumped from their desks. as if they had been touched at the same instant by a powerful cur rent from their instruments, and shout ed varying phrases, a composite of which would be nearest expressed by:
 Let 'er goi"
 It had been eight o'clock in the eve ming in New York when Gerald Eos land had first given out his informa- tion. and at that moment it was 1 a. m. in Berlin. At 3 a. m, Berlin time, which was 10 D. m. in New York. the Baron von Slachten, who had been de- tained by an unusual stress of diplo- matic business strolled to his favorite cafe At 3:05 the Baron von Slach- ten became the most thought about man in his city. but the metropolitan press of Berlin is slightly fettered and more or less curbed, and there are certain formalities to be observed. It is probable, therefore, that the baron might have gone about his peaceful! way for two or three days. had not fool American. in the advertising branch of one of the New York pa pers. in an entire ignorance of decent formalities. walked straight out Inter den Linden. to Baron von Slachten's favorite cafe. and, picking out the baron at table with four bushy. faced friends made this cheerful re- mark, in the manner and custom of