Canadian printer & publisher . d a murder every week. A little thing likeshooting up a judge in open court I took for an every-day affair!I sat down and wrote—almost a stickl (Not that I had heard of astick, The copy went to the office. I was called to the phone. Youre fired! exploded a voice. Whos talking? I shouted. Warren, you addle-pated fool. Then I heard a chuckle—Why dont you interview Selby? I knew not that reporters were forbidden to talk to prisonersin the cells. Experienced newspapermen didnt even try,then. I wandered up to the top floor of the Hall of Justice,asked a trusty
Canadian printer & publisher . d a murder every week. A little thing likeshooting up a judge in open court I took for an every-day affair!I sat down and wrote—almost a stickl (Not that I had heard of astick, The copy went to the office. I was called to the phone. Youre fired! exploded a voice. Whos talking? I shouted. Warren, you addle-pated fool. Then I heard a chuckle—Why dont you interview Selby? I knew not that reporters were forbidden to talk to prisonersin the cells. Experienced newspapermen didnt even try,then. I wandered up to the top floor of the Hall of Justice,asked a trusty where Selbys cell was, and, being a mere kid,I suppose it didnt occur to any official to ask my business. I had bull-headed luck. I saw Selby, talked with him freelyfor fifteen minutes, and got such a yarn as I have often hopedfor since. I wrote in a sort of daze, not knowing what was , write! commanded Warren, and the Post came outwith a column exclusive interview with Selby. I wasnt firedagain—that A few weeks later Iwas fired, on Satur-day. My room rentwas over-due; thelandlady locked meV\\ ^ ^^^ Saturday night I ^V slept in the Metho- dist Church, finding cushions scarce andpews hard. Sundaynight I tried a ver-andah hammock, butabout 2 a dogripped me, none toogently, and I vacatedthe hammock hastilyThe remainder of thenight was spent, rather comfcitably, on a pile of shavings in alumber yard. My food Sunday was a dime tea at the , I was lounging around Y—dashed spotted me, and said: Go down to the Post. J has been arrested, said Warren, in connection with the Sacramento scandal. L is on a drunk. You may be better than nothing. . Ill give you $9. I , I took it, and was hired and fired alternately fcr the nextsix months. There were several one-meal days, and two morenights on the shavings. To get into the game seemed easierthan to stay in. However, I managed to stick until I had theimmense satisfaction cf resigning s
Size: 1786px × 1399px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, booksubjectprinting, bookyear192
