The second summer after Walter had left, a desperate and successful strike of the cloak-makers brought Yetta's name once more into the papers. Mrs. Karner used the opportunity to open a new line of work to Yetta. Mr. Karner owned _The Star_--the "yellowest" paper in the city. It was not only vulgar to the edge of obscenity, it was notoriously corrupt in politics. Being a one-cent paper, it of course posed as a "friend of the working-man," but it stood--unless the other side had collected an unusually large campaign fund--for Tammany Hall and the traction interests. One morning at breakfast--while the cloak-makers' strike was a "live" news item--Mr. Karner spoke enviously of a woman who gave sentimental advice to love-lorn damsels on the magazine page of his keenest rival. "I wish I could find some counter attraction," he said. "Our circulation among working girls is pitiful." "Why don't you try Yetta Rayefsky?" Mrs. Karner suggested. "All the East Side girls know her. Do you happen to be advocating trade-unions this month?" "Mildly--as usual." "Yetta is keen on that. You remember her. She was out at Cos-Cob last summer. Rather caught your eye, I think." "That little Jewess? She was good-looking. Has she any other qualifications as a journalist?" Mrs. Karner shrugged her shoulders. "I thought you prided yourself on developing raw material." Two days later Yetta was summoned to Mr. Karner's office. She went to the appointment, wondering what the great newspaper man could want of her--hoping that she might interest him in her girls. "Glad to see you," Mr. Karner said cordially as she was ushered into his beautifully furnished sanctum. "This cloak-makers' strike is a big story. But we're not making the most of it. There's more in it than news copy. "There ought to be something for our magazine page. I don't know whether you've ever read it, but it's the page that gets the women. They're not interested in arguments--not much in facts. It's the human interest story--something to make them cry--that gets over with them. About their own people. If they say 'That's just like Sadie or Flossie,' it's the right thing for us. We're always looking for that kind of copy. "There must be some stories in this strike. Couldn't you give us two or three?" Yetta was surprised at the offer and decidedly uncertain. "It won't do any harm to try," he urged her. He pressed a button, and when a rotund, merry-looking man appeared, he introduced him. "Mr. Brace, this is Miss Rayefsky. She has just promised to send us some copy about the cloak-makers' strike for your magazine page." They discussed it for a few minutes, and when Yetta had gone, Karner kept Brace a moment.