Indeed, I've known them to describe things better than the fellow who was on the spot could have done.
That's genius, you understand.
Well, I laid low and awaited my opportunity to boil the next account down in a manner certain to please this grand mogul.
The opportunity came.
There was some sort of explosion on a big vessel over at Philadelphia, and as our regular correspondent there chanced to be ill, I was packed off to get special news.
"Be as quick as you can. Wire us hard, boiled-down facts as soon as you get hold of 'em. Leave details to the office. Perhaps you'll be in time for the noon edition."
That's what the managing editor said.
I spared no expense in hurrying to the spot, and before eleven-twenty sent this brief telegram:
