“I'd like to try it.”
“Any experience?”
“Only correspondence. I've had two years at college.”
The city editor snorted. He had the unreasoning contempt for college men so often found in the old-time newspaper hack.
“Then you don't want to be a reporter. You want to be a journalist,” he jeered.
“They kicked me out,” Jeff went on quietly.
“Sounds better. Why?”
Jeff hesitated. “I got drunk.”
“Can't use you,” Warren cut in hastily.
“I've quit—sworn off.”