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Show HAPPENED IN OUR MIDST. Mr. Booth Tarkington, the Indiana novelist, tells this story to illustrate the journalistic enterprise of a certain cer-tain small town of his nativj State: Starting out for a hunting trip Mr. Tarkington made his way to the town of W , where he was to be joined by several friends coming by rail from farther up the country. At the hotel fronting on the railroad tracks the hunter put up late in the evening, his favorite bird-dog quartered in the back yard. In the morning it was discovered dis-covered that the dog had disappeared. "Have you a newspaper in town?' Mr. Tarkington asked the landlord, who sat tilted back in a chair on the front porch, enjoying a morning pipe. "Wc surchavc, sir," replied the landlord, pointing across the way to a sign that swung above the shoemaker's shoemak-er's shop. "The Morning News, out at four o'clock every day, rain or shine." "Going to advertise for my dog," the novelist remarked as he went down the steps. The editor of-the Morning News, the one printer and the printer's "dev-U" "dev-U" held the fort, all busily getting to. gether the day's edit on of the paper. The editor had just completed a paragraph para-graph or two, noting the arrival in "our midst" of the writer, and assuming as-suming that the caller was the notable visitor, received himi with due ceremony, cere-mony, assuring Mr. Tarkington that though "wc are just going to press wc will be glad to hold the paper to insert in-sert your ad., sir." "Fifty dollars' reward for the return of pointer dog, answering to name of H Rex, which disappeared from the H yard of the Mansion House Monda H night," read the advertisement. JM Returning to his hotel, within half H an hour Mr. Tarkington had. decided H that it might be best to add: "No M questions asked." " H Across the tracks o the Mbriiing M News again went the advertiser. The H office was deserted, save for the little H lean, redheaded, freckled-nosed "dev- H il" who sat perched upon a high H stool, his knees drawn up, gazing M pensively out of the dusty window. M "Where's everybody?" Mr. Tnrkiiig- M ton asked blithely, putting his head M in at the door. M "Gawn to hunt the dawg," the boy fl answered laconically, M The Post, ' H |