Show Al the Flats Cleveland Plain Dealer I The new reporter was a fine dresser His clothes were of the latest patterns and cut and he usually wore a silk hat That he looked well in hIs fine feathers there can be no question In fact the souls of his confreres at the police station were torn with envy So they resolved to bring that shining tile low I was a bad night I had turned bad suddenly The weldressed youth had come to the station in his usual finer I was a good night for the plotters ploters About midnight the telephone bell rang Mr Easy was wanted 11 Easy I was the new reporter 11 Easy went to the phone This Is what he heard Is this you Easy Be guarded in your replies Dont let the other fellows get on A bIg fire has just broken out on lower Seneca street and it will probably prob-ably tale in all the fats Yes aU the flats Now make some excuse and get out as quickly as you know how I Two minutes later to the Intense tie ce light of the plotters the new reporter I hustled through the outer door and his feet might have been heard pounding pounding the sidewalk as he race down Seneca I street hill Some forty minutes later he came I back wet and bedraggled his silk hat hooking like a souvenir of the flood The temptation was too strong for one of the plotters Did it tae in aU the fats he was ared But the new report < r only scowed |