Trouble Hitsthe Trolleys

to them this drama of fictitious any similarities to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental he's a king gee thanks some story in the clarinet minister about the speaker yeah i know all about it listen kid why don't you plug the daily satin on instead of the clarinet

huh you're selling both of them aren't you not sure but that don't know that i've got a better story than the clarinet ever had all right listen tell me sonny i phoned it in myself it's all over the front page yeah but it ain't as good as the clarinet story now listen take a look if you don't believe me

There's a sentinel right here. A love... Hey, Tackley! Tackley! Larry, Terry! Be darn it! Look at that. Ellen, three clarions to every one of ours. The daily treble off, a step on it. The fine yarn, this is.

Why didn't we give it a neat column, head like the clarion? And I don't even read a by-line. And sometimes I think I'm gonna be working with a wrong outfit. Oh, this, uh, headline. Excellent.

The lace three-cluster. Now, if anyone's familiar with this Tackley, I can make better time walking. It's a central story that's we care business. Nothing like the Clarion's, Mr. Reed. The clarion isn't happy, unless it can be sensational.

As long as I'm publisher of this paper, I'm not going to color any story to gain circulation. The readers may want it. They're a yellow journalism, but they won't get it from the Sentinel. I bet Larry will be burned up, Mr. Reed.

Larry, why? I imagine he expected a byline on this. While I'm the reserve for scoops, a special feature. Every paper in town covered this. Larry knows that. He ought to. He was one of the best reporters in the game, this case.