“I’m beginning to get on top of my work at last,” he confided to Jerry. “At first it seemed as if everything was against me, but the breaks are coming my way again.”
The two friends spent an hour in the pool, swimming and diving, and topped it off by taking part in a rough, exhausting game of water polo. After their showers, they dropped into Gus’s place for hamburgers and huge slices of apple pie.
“My treat, this time,” grinned Flash, slapping a dollar on the counter. “I can afford it now. Wish they would hand me another raise, though.”
“Can’t you manage to save another John Gelette or marry the boss’s daughter?” joked Jerry.
“Never will live that rescue down. I want to earn my next pay raise, if I ever get one!”
While they ate, Flash showed Jerry copies of some of his better pictures, many of which had been printed in the Ledger.
“You sure like your work, don’t you?” Jerry asked.
“I’d rather be a newspaper photographer than anything else,” Flash answered. “You work long hours, risk your life, perhaps, but when an editor says ‘get that picture,’ it fires your blood! The tougher the assignment, the better you like it.”
Jerry shrugged as he climbed down from the stool.
“Every man to his taste,” he said. “I think I’ll stick to being a lawyer or maybe a dentist.”