"With the speeches and lists of names it ought to run to two columns." "Suppose it does!" exclaimed Ward; "anybody can collect type-written speeches and lists of names.

That's a messenger boy's job.

Where's there any heart-interest in a Wall Street broker like Flagg waving a silver trowel and singing, 'See what a good boy am!' and a lot of grownup men in pinafores saying, 'This stone is well and truly laid.' Where's the story in that ?" "When I was a reporter," declared the city editor, "I used to be glad to get a day in the country." "Because you'd never lived in the country," returned Sam.

"If you'd wasted twenty-six years in the backwoods, as I did, you'd know that every minute you spend outside of New York you're robbing yourself." "Of what ?" demanded the city editor.

"There's nothing to New York except cement, iron girders, noise, and zinc garbage cans.