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The Old Reporter
time enough to tell me all about it before you get out of the hospital. Shut up now." Then to the big policeman: "They always have it worse when they haven't had proper nourishment for as long as this fellow. Sit on his legs, will you, please?"
The great corporation was on its feet once more and making money, and the great story was more or less of a blank to the old reporter by the time he was discharged from Bellevue, and came stumbling down toward Park Row again.
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"Hello, there's Billy Woods. Every paper wanted that fellow once; none of 'em will have him now—look out, let's hurry by or he'll strike us for the price of a drink. Too bad he couldn't leave whiskey alone."
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