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Kitchener. middie of the room and aroung it Throat, , were paperâ€"strewn desks and type and ‘“.fl ;:mn‘ ubl:l. Men in dhlrt‘.d;ovol mt over the rim of the cityâ€"desk. "__‘_‘L‘“’i With scissors and paste they ap AL praised the news for the next mornâ€" ing‘e paper. Telephones exploded ; with raucous rings the length of the :&:‘m ::xoc.n ‘The city editor with the hone 1756. green eyeshade grabbed his every â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" ‘few minutes and spoke with the voice pT, Dfllu&h,: of the city. "The Tribune" was a t to Post Offlce, morning paper and a good one. |Some of the finest newspaper men in Canada hung up their hate in the ACTIC |newmom of the "Tribune‘". Now __._______â€"â€"â€" |they were running in and out of the large room. ‘They were eprawling FRY over typewriters as they banged out their copy. They were talking over ACTOR the phones in a jumbled medley of fantastic sounds. It is a comfortable, > St., Waterlco soothing tumult to newepapermen. ‘6Bw Above the noise and the haze of the neumsmmemmememmmaal | (0D2CCO 6MOKk@ ODe be@rs the bOarse NARY cry of "boy". It is repeated every | few minutes. DIXIE DUGAN | Flowers for the Lady Willie was thin and pale and you would never notice him in a crowd. He read O. Henry and Somerset Maugham as he munched his sandâ€" wiches at eight o‘clock. After the first edition had gone to press at midnight, Willle sometimes plunked away at a vacant typewriter. He alâ€" | ways practised the style of Sidney B. |Howell. Some day Willie would i write features for the *‘Tribone". At times Howell would hand out ibits of advice for the office boy. "Be human, Willie: There are too meny eyhics in this game, Laugh at the tragic comedy of life and treat men kindly," he said once. Willie liked that philosophy. Willie Forbes was supposed to jump and run to the reporter who bailed him with the shout. Someâ€" times he would rush to the cityâ€"desk and take eome note from the gruff men who wrote the headlines. Someâ€" times he would shoot stories down the pneumantic tube to the composâ€" ing room. For Willie was an officeâ€" boy at the ‘Tribune‘ and this meant that he was on the hop for eight hours a day in the newsro0m, runâ€" ning his slim legs off for every re porter and editor on the staff of the paper. Willie had been an office boy now for three years and he was afire with a_ great ambition. He lived in dreams of becoming a greal reporier some day. Perhaps he would even do feature «tories like Sidney B. Howell. Willie sometimes got sandâ€" wiches for this great writer of the "‘Tribune" and he worshipped the big reporter. rhythim, operated by young men and old, in shirt eleeves and conts, with hats off and on, as they hammered out the news of the day. ‘The tele graph . key clicked â€" spasmodically and the telautype machines added Many nights a week Willie Forbes would s@y in the newsroom until after one and listen to the reporters talk shop and ridicule one another as they prepared to go home. The tense atmosphere of the evening pasees when the second edition "rolls" at one o‘clock. The editors relax. The reporters sit on the desks ‘and talk of stories, of personalities, of newspaper ethics, of books and news. Another‘s day‘s work is over in the ruthless and willing busginess of putting out a daily paper. _ "You cannot be soft in this game or you would not last Jong," the grey copy reader at the city desk would drawl. Willie would hear them talk iabout the lack of sentiment in newsâ€" paper work. Sometimes the would «ee them as hard, hansh and cold men, but at other times they were cruâ€" saders for a better world. Willie ran out into the slippery mtreets, boarded a etreet car and in half an hour he was walking up a treeâ€"lined avenue of fine homes glowâ€" ing with hospitable lights. The rain sprayed through the trees and ‘wparkled as it bounced on the shinâ€" ing etreet. iNumber 78 Hilton was almost dark and set back from the street, ‘The wet gravel crunched audibly as Willie walked up the drive. Willie would ait on the edge of the ring and listen with rapt attention. Willie wondered whetber he would ever be a newspaperman after some {f those gessions. "Of all the corrupt nd evil rackete, this is the worst," the wizened police reporter would remark with a laugh. "I had to steal a picture toâ€"«day, insult an official and seoop one of my best friends." Thursday night the rain elashed down on the city. The cltyâ€"room hummed. A plutocrat on the hill phoned requesting that the picture of his debutante daughter be pubâ€" lished in the next morning‘s issue. "Willie, hop up to the hill and get the picture," McArthur, the city editor, said, and reached for another jangling phone._ He «tood in the rain at the door. He had rung the bell repeatedly and there had ‘been no anawer. ‘"Perhaps Typewriters clattered in staccato A SHORT STORY BY ROSS MUNRO Willie wanted to run, but he had lived among newspapermen for three years. This did not make him any braver than any person else but it inâ€" culcated a curiosity in his mind that supplemented courage. He rememâ€" bered Howell‘s â€" phrase, ‘"Women. wampum _ and _ wrongdoings _ are news". There was the unusual in this room. Wiltie took all the courâ€" age Of his eighteen years by the seruff of the neck and walked over to che woman. She was erying softly. Through the doorway in anoffier room he caw another inert torm in aâ€" chair. It was slumped low and limp like a bag of grain. The man‘s ‘lands dangled down on each side of the chair in a ghastly manner. His hands were so long and the veins stood out. Willie was terrified and his nerve was gone. He was shocked and scared into a kind of stupidity. He moved medhanically and bent over the woman. "L should never have come toâ€" night . ." the woman whispered. "He «lipped and fell .. it is all a horrible misfortune." Her voice was dull and unexpressive. She was dazed and wearcely conscious of the boy‘s presâ€" ence. Willie looked at the upturned face. 1t was pale, ghastly pale, but the beanty of the face and the traâ€" gedy of the eyes astounded him. Ifer face was clear eut like a godâ€" tlees in cameo, and the light from the lamp at her gide fell on the deliâ€" cate features. The light from one dim lamp at the far end of the ro0om gave all the Mlumination and Willie eaw someâ€" one in the shadows. He felt that the was intruding and his yoice shook but e had been reprimanded before for not being aggressive enough. McArthur had told him he was too soft. Newspapenmen were supposed to be hardâ€"boiled and he tried to be that way but is words quivered as he addressed the person in the shaâ€" dows. At his voice thewoman turned. A sob and a gasp convulsed her and she collapsed in the chair. there is an anteâ€"room inside," Willie ibought. ‘"This place is big enough to be a hotel.‘" He pushed open the door and etood in the shining hall. His expressive eyes took it all in. He heard someone in the room at the right. He had better ask for the picture; they surely would be exâ€" pecting him. Through the confusion of his brain a whaft of understanding flashed. Here was Marion Debarr, whose picâ€" tures graced the rotogravure pages the author of "Flowers for the Lady", is a student at the University of Toronto, . where . he is . studying Political Science as preparation for the field of journalism. into which he has aiready made his entry via the route of practical experience. . Mr. Munro has been University reporter for the Toronto Mail and Empire for the past two years, and this summer is ‘un the staff of the Canadian Press, attuched to their Winnipeg office. It may thus be judged that this young writer already â€" knows â€" considerable wbout the life which he has described in this prize short story, which is reprinted here with the kind perâ€" mission . of â€" Acta . Victoriana, . the student magazine of Victoria College, Torento. Ross Munro, AUNT SOPHRONY ANSWERS JUNIOR‘s 4994914 QUESTION ge4e). o sns *a42"3"ss MSâ€": ':l; With tnmult in his mind and a numbness in his whole body, Willie listened to the fantastic story. Out o‘ the stormy night he had entered a house of tragedy and witnessed an incident in the hnman drama. "Yon do not seem real but 1 trust you with my secret . ." the woman whisâ€" pered. The boy‘s eyes burned with an im pired light. "Stage star killsy milâ€" li0naire theatre producer." ‘"Tragedy ruins career of Marion Debarr." He saw the headlines glaring in red. He visualized his neme at the top of the story . . by William B. Forbes. Here he had walked into a superâ€" story that would make even Sid Howell realize that the office boy had the qualities of a rea) newspaperman. He would ‘be appointed to the city staff and would be recognized as a great reporter. Et all flashed through his head with the speed of an Atâ€" lantic cable. "I was going toâ€"leave when you cume in . . get away from all this tragedy. . . 1 would go to the police if it would help, but how can it?" The actress put her hands on Willie‘s damp shoulders, Her eyes, ‘her voice and her every expression begged for confidence and implorged his aid. "I will help4you, 1 promise," he muttered. "He was drinking himeelf to death . . he threatened to ruin my stage career. There will be futile legal tangles if we report the case .. scanâ€" dal that will malign Max . , ruin a career and wreck a romance." Marâ€" ion Debarr pleaded with the boy and tears again welled in her eyes. "Max lived alone like this . . he wanted to see me toâ€"night for an hour about my next piay . . he had been drinking . ." The woman‘s voice quavered and her eyes im plored Willie to listen to her confiâ€" dences. ‘He said he was in love with me and we had an argument . . 1 went to Jeave and he grabbed me by the shoulders . . 1 pushed him and he claggered . . collapsed." They deff the house quietly like gwhosts from the tomb and stepped unt into the driving rain_ The ivy twined around the number plate number 88. Willie gasped at his mistuake. "Tribune" office boy, as they hurried down the glistening avenue. The cool air and the rain erased the disâ€" torted image of death and tragedy "He hit his head on the fireplace and he died when you got him into the chair," Willie whispered, and the woman slowly nodded her bowed head. The pieces of the puzzle took form in Willie‘s numbed brain. In that room was Max Goram, the proâ€" ducer and a man of wealth and im:â€" portance in the show business. Only yesterday he had had to look up a picture of Goram in the library at the paper. Marion Debarr. the actress, clung tightly _ to _ Willie Forbes, . the Willie glanced through the deorâ€" way at the pale set face of the man. A trickle of fresh blood ran down on fhis collar. of the press the continent over. Marion Debarr, of whom the critics thrilled the theatregoers of Ame rica with her superb thespian art. TooneEervirLle FouKs 6 C l??\“. A * By J. P. MeZVOY and J. H. STRIEBEL Sidney B. Howell was finishing a atory. He came over to Willie. "Look sort of pale, old boy. Could you hop down to Jo‘s and order a dozen roses for the grandest gal in America who will soon be the labelled Mre. S. B. Howell. Drop this card into the box." And he ran back to the story. Willie looked at the cardâ€""For Marion Debarr from Headline Howâ€" el) of literary fame. Lunch toâ€"morâ€" row." He went limp as an unâ€" starcdied collar, The whole crazy patâ€" tern of the nighf‘a adventure spread cut belore him. Slowly and automaâ€" tically he put on his rubbers. The Maring headlines, the acclaim and the fame became dint and distant. He tore the copy paper from the machine. Kruschen Saltsâ€"put her right again. "I was sure in a bad state," she writes. "If fact, 1 could not do my housework, 1 was so bad with thouâ€" matism in my arms and hands. 1 could not sleep at nights, and I thought i would lose the use of my right pand. 1 could not bold anyâ€" thing, nor could I sew a button on. My arm would go dead. I was adâ€" vised to try Kruschen, and inside of three weeks 1 found such a change. 1 have kept on taking it, and now 1 sleep all nightâ€"thanke to Kruschen‘s help and reliel."â€"(Mrs.) J. H. Two of the ingredients of Kruschâ€" en Salts have the power of dizsolyâ€" ing uric acid crystals, which are reâ€" «ponsible for . rheumatic . agony. Other ingredients of these salte asâ€" sist Nature to expel these dissolved erytals through the natural channel Running back trough the rain to the less forbidding house of 78 Hilâ€" ton, he obtained his photograph. The debutante daughter would appear in the second edition. * His mind in turmoil, Willie entered the stuffy newsroom. . McArthur grunted at the belated picture. Willie saw the headlines again . . he saw the story in type .. he saw Marion Debarr in the court and the greyâ€"haired judge. He heard her low sob and saw again her charm and grace. McArthur had eaid, "newsâ€" papermen sould be hardâ€"boiled." The phrase ran through his head. Dazed, he sat down at a typewriter in a dim corner . The first edition was "rollâ€" ing" and he heard the duil roar of the présses. He fitted a piece oOf copy puper into the machine. He would write the facts and give the *"Triâ€" bune" the greatest scoop in years. He would astound the city desk. You have to be hardâ€"boiled. COULD NOT SEW A in their minds. "He was beginning to slip . . the show people were be ginning to dislike him . . perhaps it is well that we left him. I could never have left that bouse alone . . 1 was going mad it was so weird . . like a nightmare," she said. «With rain on her eyelashes, her beautiful face pallid and sincere, Marion Debarr kissed Willie on the cheek and a taxi carried her off into the night. ‘He stood on the corner in the rain with a slip of paper in his hands bearing her address. "Be hnman, Willie, old boy . . guess 1 am a little soft," he mused as the shout of "boy" rang from the cityâ€" desk. would jose the use of her right hand. Her Hands Were Helpless with Rheumatiom THE END 6 â€" 18 ‘"The Pope from The Ghetto" by Gertrude van Le Fort (Sheed and Ward, New York). This is one of the outstanding historical fictions of the year, dealing with a period that has a rich store of material to draw from. When the immensely wealthy Jew Pierleone is converted to Catholicism it caused untold misery to his race, which was fully avenged when his son became the antiâ€"Pope, {(Anecletus II}. Pierleone‘s converâ€" sion did not last and he goes back to his own faith, while the antiâ€" Pope is leader of a Schismatic school that became allâ€"powerful. The story of the Jewish mother who lost son and husband, but who Erb St. WATERLOO Speedy Service Literary Notes SPEEDWAYVS You‘ll get new tires in a hurry right here. 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