New Britain herald., 1925-11-25

tor, who had told her the day before that there was no place for her on the staff.
 Wells was looking over his glasses, searching the office for her. Barbara hurried to the desk,
 "Oh," he said, in a rather surly tone. "So you're here. What do you know about Alfred Noyes?"
 Barbara frightened. In this field she was at home. "A good deal" she l replied.
 Take this stuff, then, and give us a story on him." said the city editor, handing her some notes and clip pings from the morning papers.
 Barbara grasped the papers and went back to Bob Jeffries. He promptly jerked youngster out Of q chair in front of typewriter desk and bowed Barbara into it, The dis placed youth only grinned.
 Bob brought her some copy paper, and, saying, "Double space your stuff and make it snappy," left her. She did not see him again for many hours.
 She had no sooner settled to read the clippings than somebody called her again. This time Wells wanted her to take death notices over the telephone. She was ushered to a typewriter beside telephone equipped with a head receiver.
 The next half hour was the worst | that Barbara had ever experienced In her life. It seemed to her that every person in New Britain with { name full of consonants had died th' 1 day before. Again and again sh' | asked for a re-spelling of the name' until, in despair, she guessed a them and put down the results.
 She thanked heaven for the fac that she had learned something o typcwriting by the touch system Il college. Now and then she caugh other reporters looking at her fin gers curiously, but she had no tim to wonder what was wrong.
 At last the death notices wer' written, and she laid them on Wells desk. Again she seated herself t write the article on Alfred Moves.
 The next interruption came whel a farmer from up state made cal on the Telegraph and asked for re porter to chronicle the fact that h had produced upon his farm a corn stalk 12 feet tall. The stalk itsel was duly produced.
 This, too, fell to Barbara's lot | write. It was not so bad, sh thought, as obituaries.
 Just before noon, Barbara wa startled to find tall woman dresse in taffcta and lace, towering ove her. "I just want to talk to yor miss" said the visitor, in threat ening tone of voice. Barbara was be wildered.
 T came in to see why you put m daughters wedding announcemen way down in the corner of you nare. when Carmelita Hanks wed ding went right up top" continue the accuser.
 Barbara gulped. The woman rusn cd on. "I ask you, have we bee good subscribers of this paper fo 20 years, haven't we? There's n such thing as a square deal any where's. seems 10 me, when pape Al %lnN you've bought for all that time play won A dirty trick like that" This was one phase of journallsi for which Barbara had no prepara tion. She looked wildly around fc achievements. She thought sf : caught a gleam of amusement Tn UT [ eyes of the society editor.
 But the gleam came too soon' 1c at the same moment, BarbaraS VII flor caught sight Of the sign on 'r society desk and abandoned barnaf to carry the war 10 higher quarter At 12:SO, Jimmie, the homeI vouth who served as office boy an copy carrier, informed her that . Miss Hawley was ready. MT. wei would like 10 have the Moves story There was a slight tone of irony the courteous language.
 The Moves story was laid on NJ . Wells desk. in the original drat Barbara had not had time to copy