The City Editor's Conscience
tossed the story down on a pile of other copy.
Maguire snatched it up, ran his experienced eye over it, and then rushed down the aisle after Brown. His voice went up an octave or two: "You haven't more than three sticks here! I told you distinctly to write a half column of vivid description—how the bull broke away, ran down the street, terrorized everybody—and look at this thing—write it all over again—just as if you had seen it yourself."
"But I thought"
"Oh, you thought!" snapped back the city editor, as he wheeled toward the desk again.
"Yes, sir," said Brown, meekly, and began rewriting the story.
A little later Maguire came down and said, gently: "Say, old man, suppose you wind that thing up right there, will you? I guess that covers it. I've a big story waiting for you."
And when Brown brought his copy up to the desk, Maguire bowed and said "Thanks," before beginning instructions as to the big story.
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