Evening star. [volume], July 21, 1940, Page 10, Image 80

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sign. "This other phone is okay,” he
grunted. "I put the sign on it. 1
thought I was going to have com
petition.”
She went slowly into the other
booth. She hadn't thought him capa
ble of such a mean trick. She called the
Express. “I want to call off the contest
for today,” she told Hale. “I didn’t
realize what Mr. Reardon was like. I
want another chance at him. Just to
make things even for today, 1 have a
story maybe even better than this
Townsend one.”
He listened to her story. "Sounds all
right,” he admitted, “and I might let
you get away with it if it were a news
story. Hut it's a feature story. You
and Mr. Reardon are supposed to be
competing for news. And you're not
doing very well. 1 might buy your
feature story at space rates.”
She hung up. Space rates were never
paid to regular reporters, just to free
lancers.
The reception was just starting in a
| big room down the hallway. Behind
tables at one end of the room the
Jasonville Women's Club was serving
fruit punch. Gloria Townsend came up
to the punch bowl, and club women
leaned across the table to greet her
Something splintered. The table sagged
and the Townsend girl was christened
with gallons of punch. Holly took a
few notes. The incident would give the
story a humorous slant. It would show
she was just as much on the job as Bill.
A woman grabbed her arm and
quavered. "You mustn't put this in.”
Other club women surrounded her
and cried that they would never live it
down if it got in the papers.
“All right,” Holly sighed, “I'll keep
it out. But you'd better catch that
black-haired young man. He’s a re
porter, too.”
The women fluttered toward Bill.
“This is news,” he growled. “I’ve got
to send it in."
Holly groaned. She might as well
resign now. It was no use trying to
beat a man who had no scruples. It
was — She stiffened.
Noise battered her eardrums. One.
two, three heavy slams. Somewhere
outside, a pneumatic hammer danced
on rivets. A car howled away in second
gear like a scared cat. Men yelled. The
unmistakable reports of high-powered
rifles slapped the air. There was a
tinny crash. Then silence.
Mr. Jepson hopped into the door
way. "Nobody leave for fifteen min
utes,” he shouted. “Joe, Eddie, see
they don’t. All but a reporter from the
Express." He dashed away.
Holly wriggled through the crowd
and found Bill already at the hallway
door, arguing with the guards. “I tell
you I’m from the Express,” he howled.
"I’m the reporter he meant.”
Holly protested, “He did not mean
you! You wouldn’t even talk to him,
I Bill Reardon. As far as he knows
you’re on the staff of the World Al
manac. He meant me.”
Bill shrugged. "You meet thesecrazy
kids everywhere,” he told the men.
“They’ll do anything for a thrill.
She’s not working press.”
She looked at him as if he were a
hole in a sock. “Here’s my police
card." she said. "Ask him for his.”
“Why, why, you know I haven’t
been in Philadelphia long enough to
get a police card! Of all the mean, low
down — ”
“The only card he has," she added,
"is in his right-hand coat pocket. It’s a
telephone company card."
One of the men felt in the pocket.
He drew out a square white card, read
it and looped its cord over one of Bill’s
vest buttons. “That’s what you are,
buddy,” he grunted. “Out of Order.”
They stood aside for Holly to pass.
She darted through the corridor and
into the street. Her heart was tum
bling around like an egg in boiling
water. A black sedan, doors dangling
open, was crumpled against an elec
tric-light pole fifty yards away. A
pungent odor of smokeless powder
stung her nose. On the opposite side
walk lay an untidy clump of brass
cartridge shells. Something big had
happened she had it to herself for
fifteen minutes — and she didn’t know
THE SINFUL CINEMA
I’m just a normal human creature,
Indignant at the double feature.
The good one always starts at seven,
And not again until eleven.
So even though 1 bolt my meal,
I miss the first and second reel.
To see them, I must languish there
On my protesting derrirrf,
And doze, upright, through hours of drivel.
Which leaves me feeling far from civil.
— Margaret Fishback
how to cover a big story, it seemed.
A small boy slid into her as if she
were home plate. "Mr. Jepson sent
me,” he screamed. “He says come to
Doc Harkins's office down the street.
Bank robbers! Can I help you? I'm
Elmo. You gave me a lift. Can I?”
He clung to her legs and gasped for
breath. Holly felt herself steadying.
This wasn't going to be so hard.
People were beginning to help her, just
the way they always helped her on her
small assignments. And she had half
of the story already. The feature story
about Mr. Jepson had turned into hot
news. She even had the names of the
riflemen he had stationed across the
street. But Bill would be getting out in
fifteen minutes . . .
"There's another reporter in there,”
she said. “A man I don’t like. He’s the
one in the yellow roadster who
wouldn’t give any of you boys a lift.
When he comes out, give him the
works."
Elmo squinted at the Borough Hall
doorway over an imaginary slingshot.
"The works!” he yelled. "Hey! boys!”
At Doc Harkins’s office she waited in
a tiny gilt parlor for Mr. Jepson.
Finally he shuffled into the room.
“Council won’t like paying doctor
bills for them three fellows,” he mut
tered. "But what can you do when
two of ’em run out of the bank with
f ^ ■
t
Frank Baa ran
"I heard Mom say we're goin'
to have waffles. So I can’t
run away till tomorrow"
Tommy guns and wouldn’t put ^
their hands?”
"Council ought to give you a rat ,
If you hadn’t been suspicious i
thought of the kidnapping — ” W
"Ought to of known it was the b^
they was after. It stood to reas
Everybody in Town Hall. Noth
open but the bank and post off
Well, got your pencil and paper? J<^(
A. Jepson — don’t forget the A.
plugged two of them in the leg. Ell
put a thirty-thirty through thednvi
shoulder. They — ” He went on
ten minutes and gave her every det
except the names of the men.
promised to get the identification'^
soon as possible.
She checked the time, saw that
had thirty-two minutes to make
night extra, and hurried back to
bank to find out what had happei
inside. The crowd had been relea
from Borough Hall, but Bill wa*
among those jammed in front of
bank. That was odd. He would h;
been first out to the street. She wan
to ask Elmo or one of the other b
where he had gone, but they had i
appeared too. Then she realized, si
eningly, where he must lie. In S«
bank, cleaning up the story.
"No reporter came in here,” ^ •
guard said. “And none are going
Orders from Mr. Eakin."
A plump woman bounced up to ^
guard, and babbled, “They tell
somebody tried to hold up the ba, t
Is everything all right?”
The guard touched his cap. “N
of us hurt, Mrs. Eakin.”
A woman in the crowd called,
Eakin! Tell him to let this nice gir,T
to get her story. She’s the one >°
promised not to tell her paper abb
you and the others upsetting Yc
table.” n
“I — I’d like to,” Mrs. Eakin s
“But you know how Mr. Eaku^
about his orders.”
Holly pleaded, “Then ask him
questions yourself! Ask him what
men said when they came in and «
the bank employees did and how m'*
money — ” *
“Dear me, that would be excit
That would make me a — a — ” is.
“A gal reporter!” Holly cried, a
Mrs. Eakin blushed. “A — as
reporter! Really I — I — it makeso
feel terribly young.” She skipped -J
the bank.
A tall woman marched through
crowd. “We appreciated your ac
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