Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1943-05-07

City editors are like those you see
in the movies They really are
Cynical, Indifferent and inces-
sanity so-whatty J.. Ask Jim Bish-
op, one of the Mirrors nimble news
paper sleuths Jim was wit
ness to this incident many years ago
;. 1t was one of those lovely It'd
bits that frightened dull night . {.
Out of the nowhere came a stranger
loosely waving a pistol II wan
ma see the Fish and Game editor"
he said softly, Every important" . {.
And SO Bishop brought him to the
Fish and Game man 81 just
killed my wife," began the fellow.
Il trussed her in trunk and then
I tied up her boy friend in a chair
and then I set fire to him. I always
liked your column, so thought I'd
give you the scoop"
Bishop and the Fish and Game
editor took him over to the city edi-
tor Now this city editor is one
of those guys who wouldn't blink if
Rommel walked in and brought Hit
Ter with him-and he was irked . :.
'I'm busy" he said, motioning to
his assistant across the slot :.
The murderer was told to repeat his
story to the assistant city ed :.
He took a deep breath and rubbed
his face, which was scratched like
ten cent ruby . AS he unfolded
the details he kept yanking chunks
of wire and rope from his pockets,
and waving the pistol The city
editor never looked up from the copy
he was studying, except to stife
butt
Nov with this rope" said the
killer, II tied up her boy friend. And
with this wire strangled her lovely
throat. And here is the pistol, you
can see for yourself that one bullet
is missing" The Indifferent city
editor, who was still occupied with
the dummy of page, looked up and
said to his assistant: "Hey. Think
there's anything to this one?"
This actually happened recently in
one of the editorial Offices >. There
had been rumors again that shake
up was taking place and that heads
would roll One morning
stranger sat at desk in the corner
and answered the phone when it
rang and when it wasn't ringing, he
just looked around at everybody .
1t gave the staff the screaming jit-
tiers . Nobody knew just what
he was there for and all were afraid
to ask Finally, one feature writ
er engaged him in CAB "What
is your job around here?" he asked
"Oh, don't work here" was
the reply "Well, them" queried
the other, "who are you waiting to
see?" "Oh," said the stranger,
I'm not waiting to see anyone My
friend works in the advertising de-
partment. I'm his insurance agent.
He told me could use this desk"
The reporters down at Police
H'quarters are the most colorful, we
think They "live" in a shack
across the street from the gold braid
cops Life is a game of pinochle.
brass bell bonging second
alarm, slip boy shuffling in with
suicides name and address or
phone call from the city desk to
check on a rumor out of Washington
that the Nazis are invading Turkey
But what we started out to
say was that the kid who brings the
morning papers to the niteside re-
porters there was bawled out by one
of them. The boy had forgotten to
leave a Times for the irate man
The kid said he was very sorry, and
that it wouldn't happen again
at better not" barked the reporter.
"You know bring a fish home ev-
cry morning. What the hell am I
gonna wrap it up in?"
My favOrite newspaper man story
always was the one about the vet
eran editor, who on Christmas Eve
gave these instructions to a cub .
Nov want you to go down to the
Bowery," said the boss, land dig up
some human interest about those
poor unfortunates. Jot down how
they enjoyed their Christmas dinner
at the mission. Then after you
cover the Salvation Army feast for
the poor-bring me couple of hot
dogs"