“He’ll like them,” Helen said. “The only reason he didn’t do things like that was because he didn’t have the strength.”
Tom nodded, wiped a tear from his eyes, and went back to feeding the press. Helen kept the papers stacked neatly as they came out and it was nearly six o’clock before Tom finished the first run.
“We’ll go home and get something to eat,” he said, “and then come back. I’ve got some more copy to set on the Linotype and you write your last minute stories. Maybe we’ll have time to make up part of the front page before we go home tonight. I’d like to have you here and we’ll write the heads together and see how they look.”
“Are you going to head all of the front page stories?” asked Helen.
“If I have time,” Tom replied. “It improves the looks of the paper; makes it look newsy and alive.”
Supper was waiting for them when they reached home and Tom handed his mother a copy of the two inside pages they had just printed.
“It looks fine,” enthused Mrs. Blair, “and the ads are so well arranged and attractive. Tom, you’ve certainly worked hard, and, Helen, I don’t see where you got so many personals.”
“We’re going to use your column of social news on page eight,” Tom went on. “It’s on the last run and in that way we can be sure of getting in all of your news.”
“I have three more items,” said his mother. “They’re all written and ready to be set up.”
“We’re going back for a while after supper,” said Helen, “but I don’t think it will take us over a couple of hours to finish, do you, Tom?”