The city editor’s voice rang out sharply, and he held in his extended hand a bunch of paper, without lifting his eyes from the story he was going over with a correcting pencil. There was no answer save the clicking of half a score of typewriters, at which sat busy reporters. “Copy!” cried the editor once more. There was a shuffle among a trio of boys on the far side of the room.…
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