Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-02-14
Marcus LOeEU
as Seen by the
interviewer

The city editor scowled. Seemingly,
he possessed the uncanny faculty OF
knowing at q glance when his men had
fallen down on their assignments, and on
this particular occasion l Judged that
he must have known my failure before
even reached the editorial room. AT any
rate his countenance gave mute evidence
that l was soon to be the only guest at
a huge feast of most uncomplimentary
remarks. Even the copy boys scattered,
presumably to give US room" for the
"oId man" "a title employed outside the
building exclusively was generally billed
as a bad boy when riled. For once N
nv cubbish existence I summoned enough
courage to give scowl for scOwl anu was
fully prepared to throw in few heated
words now and then, chance permitting.
Twice before, this very day, had been
before him to report my failures.
PITY was plainly written over the faces
Of the copy readers and the minds of all
the staff present were working overtime
figuring out my next alibL The odd
man" was evidently doing some figuring
himself for be continued to stare-and to
the uninitiated, let me explain that only
city editors are proficient in the art or
"souI-searching staring" Then IL came
Did you get that interview I sent you
after?"
'Nell, l saw tnat Hdu.
what did you say?'
g Sir, I am a reporter.
"What did he sayf"
go Indeed, I might have died and not
known that"
'Weuf"
'That's all. he left me Immediately and
continued talking with several men,
Didn't YOU have horse sense enough
not to interrupt him while he was busy
A faint chuckla from a group Of COPY
BOYS and I swallowed my answer TO MS
last remark and skunk away to my desk.
Many left for dinner. I couldn't eat.
Buried in nv thoughts 7 did not hear
the "old man calling me In faet, the
entire universe was as q blank 10 me IN
til I became conscious Of a Juggling at
nv coat and the voice Of a copy boy IN
my ear. -,--,-.-
to below" he whispered and scampered
away.
All I could recall on gaining the street
were the city editors orders;
"Nfarcus Loew Is opening new theater
here today. See him" nodded When
he asked If knew him, lying at the
same tine.
"Get what he has to say-rlght sue
cessful man-lst me have about three
quarters"
No. I did not know Marcus Loew; few
DO until they have really talked with
him; but I was prepared to do or say
anything just at that time.
1t was to be an interview I did not
care for especially. Showmen had met
seemingly possessed only a lowery vo-
cabulary and I was not in mood on
this particular day TO be pulled
Rather than walk into the assignment
blind, I hunted up a publicity man friend
Of mine and asked a few questions re
garding Mr. Marcus Loew.
you mean to say you don't know who
Loew fsf" responded the genuinely as
tonished publicity man. I confessed my
ignorance and waited patiently while he
waded through a stream Of adjectiyes,
finally coming back to our origfeal topic.
Some Snowman, boy-barrels OF money,
some Snowman caused q revolution
in the show world" I cut him. Il was
enough. Barrels Of money. some show
man-his phrasing all coinc,dirg with
my imaginary impression Of big show
nan.
I continued my errand, prepared 10 find
Mr. Loew the type of man I pictured
him in my minds eye-that Of large
blustery. we'll fed human being. his fin
gers bedecked with genuine though gross