The L'Anse sentinel., 1924-01-25
Practices What
He breaches
By JANE OSBORN
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| fortune left to him by his uncle 1t was
on condition that he should carry on
and not sell the newspaper that came
as part Of the inheritance. The rea-
son, of course, was that his uncle
wanted his political policy carried on,
and as Stanley was as strong party
man as his uncle ever was, he could
| do this without compromising him
self. The actual difficulty was that
| Stanley was not an experienced news
paper man There were obstacles in
the way Of the smooth running of the
Yatestown Daily News Of which the
wenty-five-year-old millionaire did not
dream. For year he had carried on
his own policy of operating a news
paper by dropping In at the Office once
or twice week, talking politics pleas
antly with the editor-in-chief, COM
menting on the weather with the man
aging editor and asking the city editor
how things were getting on"
Then Madela.ne Pitt refused to
marry him, an event that came as O
great and overwhelming surprise to
Stanley. who had counted his millions
as sufficient to persuade any girl that
whatever shortcomings he might pos
sess personally were inconsiderable.
II like you, Stanley" Madelaine
had said, trying to look very big
sisterly, "but you are not quite the
sort of man I want to marry" And
Stanley had asked for no further ex-
PLANTATION. He wanted to spare him
self the crushing embarrassment Of
knowing just what characteristic, bod
lily or mental, made Madelaine not
want to consider him as possible
husband.
So Stanley Mum went away. And
the next day he began vo take his
business as owner Of the Yatestown
Daily News very seriously. He had
decided that this was the best way to
forget Madelaine.
Stanley might have become con-
vinced of how much there was for him
to learn concerning newspaper max
ing during the first few days of his
close attention to the newspaper he
owned. Instead he became convinced
of how much there was for him to
teach the various editors and reporters
who made the paper. And, oddly
enough, though Stanley had much to
learn about practical Journalism, his
criticisms and suggestions were usu-
ally Of the sort to make the Daily
News the best and largest paper in
Yatestown. And, stranger Sill. no
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given with such enthusiasm and such
/ lack Of personal criticism.
"This is the deadest society," column
in Yatestown," he blithely announced
as he strolled into the editorial offices
Of the paper which he owned early
one afternoon two months after he had
assumed the personal direction 81 the
paper. ITS about as lively as the
obituary column. Somebody get some
pep into It,"
The city editor looked over the top
Of his horn-rimmed spectacles from
his desk, where he was making out
assignments for the day.
what you going to do when you
haven't any regular society editor?"
he asked little peevishly.
That's why it ought to be good"
clustered Stanley. II don't want a
society editor. Society editors get into
ruts. You've got the biggest staff of
reporters in Yatestown, and they're
all paid enough. Give society events
as regular assignments. Make every
reporter on your staff bring in society
items. Bring 'em in yourself. Get
the telephone operators and the bell
hops Of the hotels working for you.
Pay 'em for information about what's
going on. Get the caterers to keep us
posted. What we want is more pep"
"The fellows don't like to cover so
ciety," said the city editor. "A man
can't get news story out Of a pink
tea
'Td like to know why not. tn show
them. I'll"
Stanley Mum had gone far enough.
The city editor looked at him mar
rowly and said: "Well, show 'em,
then" And that Is how 1t happened
that that afternoon when he was about
to leave the editorial offices the young
city editor put card in his hand
There's tea out the east end of
town. Big society event. You said
you'd show the boys II you'd give
us an idea Of how you wanted those
things banded"
: "All right, WILL" said Stanley with
enthusiasm. "Tll show them"
TITS at the Clavering Arms. None
Of the swells are entertaining In their
own houses nowadays. Everything's
at the Clavering Arms"
Stanley Mum slipped the assign
ment card In the pocket Of bis top
coat and left the building where his
newspaper was housed. Stepping to
the curb. he dismissed his chauffeur
waiting with his car. It was lacking
q quarter of an hour of four. II he
was going to take reporters assign
ment he'd travel like reporter. A
reporter should keep his eyes and ears
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