And even if I were starving I would rather have a club sandwich in New York than a Thanksgiving turkey dinner in New Rochelle." He nodded and with eager, athletic strides started toward the iron gates; but he did not reach the iron gates, for on the instant trouble barred his way.

Trouble came to him wearing the blue cambric uniform of a nursing sister, with a red cross on her arm, with a white collar turned down, white cuffs turned back, and a tiny black velvet bonnet.
A bow of white lawn chucked her impudently under the chin.

She had hair like golden-rod and eyes as blue as flax, and a complexion of such health and cleanliness and dewiness as blooms only on trained nurses.
She was so lovely that Redding swung his hooded camera at her as swiftly as a cowboy could have covered her with his gun.
Reporters become star reporters because they observe things that other people miss and because they do not let it appear that they have observed them.

When the great man who is being interviewed blurts out that which is indiscreet but most important, the cub reporter says: "That's most interesting, sir.

I'll make a note of that." And so warns the great man into silence.