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Instead, he walked a little faster to where his plane was waiting. "I think you're making a bad play, bo duckin' out when all them newspaper guys are hot after dope on us," Bland expostulated while he drilled along beside his boss. "I give 'em some scarehead stuff, but they'd lap up a lot more. We can get a lot of valuable publicity right now if we play 'em right.
In fair weather I printed both back and front pages of the paper, and in storms, when ink and machinery froze up another complication in dealing with the press I printed the front page only, with headlines that rivaled the big dailies. There was no news to warrant them, but they were space-fillers. A dance at McClure would do for a scarehead.
Public opinion ran high and fermented until Saturday afternoon when the county paper brought the whole matter to a climax by coming out in a sulphurous account of the affair, under the scarehead: A TERRIBLE OUTRAGE! The article went on to give the facts of the case, and many more supposed facts, which had originated entirely in the mind of the correspondent.
He'd been a teamster, and he lost his job when he came down with pneumonia, and after they let him out of the hospital, he looked such a scarehead that nobody would employ him. After he died, my mother struggled on somehow, taking in washing or scrubbing floors God knows how she managed it! and by the time I was five, and precious big for my age, I was in the street selling papers.
"Why can't you?" "Well, among other things, I've got the trifling matter of a paper to put to press. What's wrong?" "You know what's wrong!" "Do I?" "And you and your men let this go through, two whole weeks of it, for the sake of your little yellow-journal scarehead!" "Look here, Tyrer, I'm a busy man. Tell me what you're talking about, or ring off."
"Not only these damn letters to write I've got to make up our paper besides it goes to the printer to-morrow. Here, take a copy with you." And he handed me the last week's issue. It was a crude and flimsy affair, with its name, in scarehead letters, "WAR SURE." I glanced it over in silence a moment.
It was a Wall Street extra, with a scarehead story of how Blitzen had kept 'em guessin' all day and then, in the last quarter of an hour of tradin', had gone bumpin' the bumps from twenty-eight down to almost nothin' at all.
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