E. S. Then I must go.
(Exit E. S., L.)
(Curtain falls.)
Scene II.—Printing office. Ed., C., looking complacently at a newspaper spread out to its full proportions on the table before him.
Ed. (soliloquizing). And this is the result of my first week’s labor as an editor. Excellent as my friend Clark has heretofore made the “Post,” I think he will acknowledge that I have made some improvements in it. (Glances complacently down the page. His eye is suddenly arrested by a paragraph which startles him.) What! What’s this? (Reads.)
“Mr. Fernando Clapp,—Dear Sir: I am instructed by your tailor to present, for immediate payment, his bill amounting to twenty-one dollars, eighteen cents and three-quarters. You are requested to pay immediate attention to it, as otherwise the law will take cognizance of your delinquency.
“Timothy Pettigrew, Att’y at Law.”
Ed. (furiously to P. D. entering R.). How did this get into the paper?
P. D. (smiling). You gave it out as copy, sir.
Ed. When?