Next, I had to do Society.

Didn't know anybody there, so that was a little hard.

Had to content myself with the Beautiful-and-Accomplished-Who-Shall-be-Nameless,--that sort of thing.
Why," said Dan Anderson, plaintively, "it's awful hard to write society and local news in a town when you've only been there fifteen minutes.
But a real metropolitan journalist ought to be able to, and I did.
"By this time the office force was standin' around some awed.

I sent the foreman of the pressroom out for a bottle of fizz.

Sarsaparilla was the nearest he could come to it, but it went.