The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-03-09
THE EDITOR LOSES.

| 24A LILA O4A AON49SS
The cub reporter sat disconsolate-
| ly before the battered Office type
writer of the Western Argosy. He
had just hammered off an account of
column-long of the Corbin we'd
ding-one of the biggest social
events that had happened in the city
for many moons. 1t was a godsend
to the Cub-not that he was paid
by space, but he loved to see his
stuff in print. So by the aid of the
young lady stenographer, who had
also attended the wedding, he, had
written a glowing description of the
silks, ,laces and other articles OF
feminine dress worn by the only per-
son who counts at wedding, and a
list as complete as he could make 1T,
of the bridesmaids, flower girls and
invited guests.
Just at present he was wishing he
could write up the groom. 1t would
make another half column at least.
For example,: "The groom looked
charming, arrayed in a fine black
broadcloth dress suit; he wore a
thigh hat andfa beautiful white linen
dress shirt; his jewelry was in eX-
cellent taste and of rich design, and
ring; this latter matched the bright
glow of his patent leather shoes and
! the bald spot beginning to show on
| the top of his head" Unfortunately
newspaper conventionality did not
permit of this description of the
groom, true though it was, so he had
to forego the pleasure. No wonder
then he was disconsolate as he look
ed at the meagre results of his work
on the biggest social happening Of
his career as a reporter. 81
The editor, had. been watching the
Cub furtively for some time. He no.
ticed the disconsolate look on the
boyish face, and he sighed as he
| thought of the man whose place the
Cub was trying to fill. Poor Jerry!
who had labored so long and so faith
fully for the .Argosy, and who had
been during, long years the editors
companion fdapd friend. Only now
that death had claimed him did even
his friend appreciate how much help
he had been. Still, it was not with
| hostile eyes that the editor looked at
the Cub He was interested in the
boy, and thought he showed signs of
promise. Not that he would ever
equal Jerry Sullivan, whose death
was an irreparable loss to the Argosy.
Finally the editor could stand the
disconsolate look of the Cub no long
| er, so he called him over to his desk
what is the trouble noW?" he
asked.
Nothing particular" was the re-
ply. 81 was just wishing something
would happen in this dead town; "a
murder, a fire, riot or any old
thing l haven't been able to get
decent story since l came here. The
town is absolutely dead"
''The trouble with you is that you
lack experience and imagination. If
you had either one of them, or the
nose for news that a reporter should
have, you could not step across the
I threshold of this Office without run
ming into a story. I'll lay you
wager-a box of cigars-that won't
have to walk two blocks down this
street without running into column
story"
Done said the Cub. 81 take
you I'd like to see how you do it.
In fact, | don't believe you will do
it. l have been all over town this
morning, and I have not run into a
thing"
Come on said the Editor; well
try it right now" And they sailed
forth.
They were still we'll within the
prescribed two-block limit, when out
side of secondhand furniture store
the Editor observed red flag, adj
vertising an auction within. The
only weakness the good man had was
a passion for antiques; and as he
looked in the window he thought he
saw one or two pieces which looked
particularly fine. aa
Let's drop in here a minute" he
said to the Cub. Il knowaI am fool |
ish, and that / WORT get out without
spending my weeks salary on some
thing 1 don't need. My house is full |
from cellar to attic; but | never can |
resist. If they put one of these
pieces up, / am going to bid on it.. |
They entered the auction room. I
The Cub, secretly despising the weak
ness of the editor for old furniture, |
was bored with the whole proceed !
ing, and sat, sprawled on chair. |
The Editor knew the auctioneer and |
shook hands with him, receiving in |
return the effusive greeting that a