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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 29, 1912, Image 13

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A Story About a Newspaper
Reporter. .
The staff of the paper sat
around idly, preparatory to going
home. 'The main topjc of conver-
'3y sation was the marriage of Jack
and the assembled scribesv dis
cussed it fluently nd at length.
'Tunny chap, that Edwards,"1
remarked Tom Jenkins, reflec
tively. , $
"See here, fellows," spoke up
iPJiil Martin, the assistant city
editor, "I can tell you a story of
Jack Edwards, if you car,e to lis
ten, that will make you raise' your
hats to him in admiration and call
him a man, for all his shortcom
ings." "Go ahead," spoke' up some
one, and the others settled them
selves to listen. -Every one knew
Marfin's ability-as a story teller,
and his voluntary contribution
was hailed with .joy.
"I have known Jack, Edwards
for about five years," began Mar
tin, "and the first time I ever saw
him was impressed.5 the same
T " "way you felloes , were, i that he
was an onensivei utile ass ana a
- snob. f
k "His onlv bad habit was -a uer-
fol lodical spijee and then heiwas as
Ravage as a bear; without a civil
wora in nis neaa xov a living soui
except one, and you all know
who she is: he married her to
night and the prevailing idea
jabout town is that she. picked a
luscious lemon, for you know she
has a bundle of money but
that's digressing from my story.
"At the time of which I speak,
Jack aqd I covered the city hos
pital for different papers; Jack
was about the best in town at that
time. Ye gods, how he could
"One night it was the winter
of 1904 and cold enough to freeze
the hinged of hell Jack and I
were in the reception room of the
hospital looking over the record
book when the clang of an am
bulance was heard and the
sfretcher carriers leaped to their
feet and were on the job in the
twinkling of an eye'.
"Well, gentlemen, they brought
in the dirtiest, filthiest old bum I
ever had, the pleasure of behold
ing, and they rushed him into the
little side "room for a quick diag
nosis. t
"I followed thenffnto the oper
ating room, just foT "curiosity ;
and say, he was, the limit. Of all
the, bums I ever saw he, tojtik the
"bun. Covered with filth and rags,
with a matted beard and hair that
hung nearly to his shoulders, I
had to back up. Before you
epuld get within 10 feet of him
the stench of whfsjcy- nearly
knocked you down.
'f 'What's your name?' asked
the interne in charge.
"He received a mattered groan
for an answer. Jack, in themean-f
time, had come into the room an3
was staring at the old man in a
strange manner.
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gan writing the "doctorbn the
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