Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1923-01-10
Pain Stops Instantly
jan3-10-17-24-30

with whom this story deals, and Glen
shall occupy the stage to the exclu-
sion of everything else-no matter
whether he likes it or not.
AS dean of the corps, Glen sees to
it that he gets his share of the work,
and sometimes the other fellows are
inclined to think that he is giving
himself a raw deal by taking on too
much. But he's a glutton for work.
and he turns out q lot of 1t in the
course of day, whether the Legis-
, lature be in session, or Augusta be
enjoying it's between session peace
and calm. Glen is the Augusta cor
respondent at all times for several
newspapers and keeping them COW
cred this winter, in addition to sup
plying them with a readable sum-
mary Of the doings Of the Legisla-
ture, is some task-believe us. But
he does it nevertheless, and each
morning he appears at the hub as
fresh as daisy and ready to discuss
with the likewise much beloved Sam
Conner of the Lewiston Journal any
sort of subject, from hydro electric
power to the Einstein theory as OPP
posed to the ideas beaten into the
head Of the late lamented Sir Isaac
Newton with an apple.
One or two of the chaps in the hub
sometimes refer to Glen as the man
aging editor, or the boss, but that is
something that doesn't appeal to him,
it is safe to say. He had rather be
addressed as most everybody else adj
dresses him-simply as Glen. There
are no frills and furbelows about him.
He's just a plain, honest to good
ness newspaper man, with exception
al ability and hundreds of loyal
and devoted friends, and he has every
reason to be contented with his lot.
Scarcely day passes that some Of
the solons don't drop in to have a
chat with him or with Sam, and
most of 'em are so we'll known to
Murphy that he doesn't bother to
say 'How-de-do Senator So-andSo."
Good morning, Representative Step
'n'fetchit." He says: "How are you,
Frank" or John or Demetrius, or
whatever else the gents front name
may happen to be; and if he didn't.
the chances are that same gent
would give Glen the once over, won
der what had frosted him up all of
a sudden and take his departure to
ascertain, if possible, the reason for
such rotten reception in the hub of
hell, where of all places. a man
ought to be treated cordially.
Down on Water street, almost OPP
posite Hotel North, where Glen
makes his homeland Sam also lives
during the legislative sessions-The
Murphy News Emporium, Limited.
has it's location. This is no Pigment
of the imagination-this emporium
for there's the name. in full. paint
ed on two glass panels of the door,
as you turn to enter the place. and
the only respect in which it is limit
ed is in it's size. It would hardly be
big enough for a Methodist class
meeting on night when a blizzard
ragged and kept most of the folks at
home. but. what 1t lacks in area it
makes up in the amount of news
that goes out from it.
AS might be expected of news
paper mans of1ice-if it is place
where any pretense is made of doing
work-the emporium has an ap-
pearance of what the fashionable
folk a few years ago termed studied
disorder. There are papers piled
hither and yon-helter-skelt etc.
etc, and by large-if we may be
pardoned the last Word-it's q real
news beehive.
But, friends, American country
men, there sits in that little room
hour after hour. one of the biggest
hearted ana best friends that ever a
man deserving friends had. He may
rise in the hub occasionally and dis
course in stentorian tones about the
general cussedness of this or that
thing; he may read little curtain
lecture to somebody or other on sins
of omission and commission; he
may try at times to convince Sam
Conner that Sam is nothing more
than worm of the dust and jump
on Sam when the latter tries the
same tactics--for they have to have
a little recreation up in the hub
but after all is said and done, and
when you get right down to rock
bottom. Glen Murphy has won his
friends and held 'em because. as Sam
Walter Foss has said, he is a friend
of man.
The Murphy News Emporium,
Limited. is his little house by the
road-though he doesn't stick there
every minute of the time-and from
that place radiates sort of influ-
ence that grabs 'em up and brings
'em into the fold that so wholeheart-
eddy proclaims itself as the abode of
the friends of one of the best fellows
pounding out living on this old