2/13 While I was still shuddering, Terry walked in through the door the office boy had inadvertently left open. I returned the scrutiny with interest while I was mentally framing a polite formula for getting rid of him without giving rise to any ill feeling. I had no desire to annoy unnecessarily any of the Post-Dispatch's young men. His face was the face one feels he has a right to expect of a newspaper man--keen, alert, humorous; on the look-out for opportunities. I wondered where he had come from and what he had done in the past. |