Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-08

relaxed.
"Its only Sobbie."
Dobbs laid aside his pencil and muttered
from the far corner Of his mouth, you're late"
"Yeh," came an accusing voice from the copy
desk, land we thought it was the old man
himself"
Sobbie was not disturbed by this rule re-
ception. Humming blithe air, she hung up
her hat and coat, then took long time to
arrange her hair before the cracked mirror.
Finally she addressed the Office in general:
"Anyhow you don't cough loudly enough
sometimes, and anyhow it didn't hurt you to
work for a second" To the city editor she
said sits the first time I've been late this week.
had q run in my stocking, so stopped at the
Boston Store. How can interview top-hatS
in this-?" She wet q finger and sorrowfully
sketched the run in her stocking.
"You won't be interviewing any top-hats to-
day" Dobbs leathery face wrinkled into
grimace Moneys shooting case goes to the
jury this afternoon. When she's acquitted the
old man will want you to spill lot OF tears
about her"
Bob" she said sitting down at her type
writer, "get your feet of my deskl" Grumbling,
the sports editor arranged his lanky form In
more perpendicular position.
Sheldon Eames, the star reporter, looked up
In annoyance from the novel he had been
writing during ONCE hours ever since he won
third prize two years ago in the annual Edwin
Haynes Doope award for the most constructive
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BE nice and decent for once, won't you,
Sheldon?" Sobbie's voice assumed false,
cooling note. you've been covering Honey's
trial when was on interviews-isnt there any
new angle? I've got to know if I'm going to
do . feature"
RAN1Es sighed. Don't you ever read the
paper, Anders admitted that he was shot
twice-they brought him to the witness stand in
O wheel chair-but let her get away with her
seff-defense plea"
"And she's sure to be acquitted"
'Haw!" the copy desk guffawed. Imagine any
Jury sending Honey's ankles to prison!"
Eames Lit cigarette. "Just strum the heart
strings Of the women, Sobbie. Tell them what
o dear Honey Simpson really is at heart
working girl and all that Tell them how she
had TO shoot Richard Anders because he came
from good family and played polo. Better
mention that he wrote q few poems; that1l be
against him, too"
The outer door creaked and everybody in the
city room came to attention. Then the inner
door opened firmly and majesticalIy without
the prelude of warning cough to reasSure
idlers-Mr. Boyce, the owner gazed on an
ONCE force working with feverish energy
He a large, senatorial figure, with the
pink-and- silver features of IS accented by
black ribbon hanging from his spectacles
"Mr. Dobbs, / have something Of interest TO
the entire city ROOM" he now said.
eyes. Mr.. Boyce Yes, SIR" Dobbs raised his
voice to carry above the furious chatter of the
typewriters. Hey, you! Listen, you, to what
Mr.. Boyce is going TO tell U.S."
With relief they noted that the owner APP
peared to be possessed of a ferocious AVAILABILITY
this morning.
at is a matter Of congratulation," he said in
rumbling voice, that the business ONCE has
completed arrangements with Honey-that Is
Miss Simpson-for a series of signed articles
warning young girls against the-dangers of
city life. hardly need tell you what a valu-
able feature this will be to the Argus. Um, that
Is all this morning"
Little job for you Sobbie." Bob broke the
silence after the owner had backed benevolently
out OF the door to retreat to the mahogany and
brass of the business offices
Dobhs rolled his bald head unhappily.
"Bernsten you go with Sobbie and hang
around the court room till they bring in a
verdict. Get lots Of chiffon and heart-interest
In your photos Of Honey, see? And an inter-
view, Sobbie. thatn tear their hearts out"
The instant Sobbie left the dingy old Argus
Building an unconscious change took place.
She became subtly feminine, longer casual
or hearty or rude. Besides her Bernstein
slouched along, dangling cigarette from his
lips and carrying his camera as If 1t weighed
hundred.
Sobbie's wide plue eyes, tawny hair and soft
lips were gay and young, and she walked with
a determined patter that made strangers want
to smile
Her name, Louise Waring had inevitably been
shortened to Lou. Four years ago she had
managed to pass in arts and. sciences at the
State University, majoring in journalism be-
cause she did not want to teach school and
was doubtful about marriage. After Joining
the staff of the Argus TO write society" at $40
q week she had gradually become the first Sob
sister in town. There were sob-sisters on the