THIEF MEETS WITH MISHAP
Steals a Purse, Is Buried Beneath a
Shower of Ashes and Upsets a
Peanut Cart
Then came the story, almost as Larry had told it himself with all the energy he could throw into it, but dressed up in true reportorial style. Larry was as proud as if he had written it himself.
“Who got the thief story?” he heard several reporters ask, after the first edition came out.
“Our new member, Larry Dexter,” said Mr. Newton, pointing toward the copy boy. “Look out, fellows, or he’ll beat us at our own game.”
“Well, it’s a good yarn all right,” said one of the men. “Wish I had seen it.”
None of the other papers had anything like the story. They all had a mention of the occurrence, but most of them dismissed it with a few lines, embodying the mere police report of the matter, for unless there is the promise of something big in a police item some reporters content themselves with what the sergeant gives them. This time Larry had been instrumental in securing what was almost as good as an exclusive item.
At the end of that week Larry found an extra dollar in his pay envelope. He went to Mr. Emberg, thinking a mistake had been made and that he had been given too much.