The young reporter : $b A story of Printing House SquareDrysdale, William
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The young reporter : $b A story of Printing House Square
Drysdale, William
Journalism -- Juvenile literature
CASHIER DAILY TRANSPORT,--
Please pay the bearer twenty-five dollars for important
exclusive information. JOHN B. GOODE, _Night Editor_.
CHAPTER II.
THE PRINTER BOY BECOMES A REPORTER.
“Here, Dick! Wash the small rollers and be quick about it.”
“Well, this is a funny old world,” Dick said to himself. “Last night
some of the big editors were calling me Mr. Sumner and telling me I’d
written a good article, and this morning I’m only ‘Here, Dick!’ again.”
But he picked up the black sponge and began the inky work as cheerfully
as a boy could who had been up all night and lived for two or three
hours in a dream.
He had taken an early train from the city, and by walking from the
railway had reached home in time for a bite of breakfast before he
opened the office as usual. Not a word did he say to any of his
fellow-printers about what he had done; but a copy of The Daily
Transport was carefully folded up in his coat pocket. He thought more
of that one than any of the other copies that he had bought at the news
stands, because it was the one that had been given him in the office.
It was a sort of sacred relic to him, important enough to be framed.
Somehow the saw-mill project seemed miles away now. There was little
chance of such a piece of news happening in his way again, but it
did not seem possible that he could be taken away from the types and
presses, after such an experience.
“Here, Dick!”
It amused him more now than ever, the constant calling of “Here, Dick!”
But this call came from the editor’s room, and he hurriedly washed the
worst of the black from his hands.
“I have just been reading your article in The Daily Transport, Dick,”
the editor said. “You gave them the facts very correctly, and they must
have turned them over to a good man to write the story, for he has done
it capitally. Do you know who it was?”
“I wrote the article myself, sir,” Dick answered modestly.
“What!” the editor exclaimed; “you wrote the article! Well, that’s
strange. You know I used to have something to do with the Transport
myself, and of course I know that when a stranger goes in with
important news they have him tell it to one of the reporters, and the
reporter writes the article. Tell me how it happened that they let you
write it.”
Dick gave a brief account of all his experiences in the Transport
office, not forgetting his first statement to the night city editor
that was overheard by the night editor, the cutting and changing of his
copy, and the compliment that the night editor paid him.
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