She pointed to the name of the paper, printed in large black letters. It read: THE WEAKLY TIMES.
“I’ll be the laughing stock of Riverview,” Penny moaned. “The papers can’t go out that way. Stop the press!”
CHAPTER
7
PETER FENESTRA
As the foreman turned off the rotarypress, the loud throb of machinery died away and the flowing web of paper became motionless.
“How could the mistake have been made?” Penny murmured disconsolately. “I know that originally the name-plate was set up right.”
“You should have taken page proofs and checked the mat,” said the foreman.
“But I did! At least I took page proofs. I’ll admit I was careless about the mats.”
“Well, it looks as if someone played a joke on you,” replied the foreman.
Penny’s face hardened. “I can guess who did it! Fred Clousky! Louise told me he spent a long while in the composing room one afternoon while I was away. He must have changed the type just to make me look ridiculous.”
“Well, it’s done anyway,” said the foreman with a shrug. “What will you do about the run?”