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Show ITIi IiIch of What a I'tdiiiI. t ir "1. They ushered him into tho ediior'8 sanctum. lie was a tall JiePTo, with an oily skin as black as your coat, flat nose, .hick lips, nnd tho shiniest of shiny eyef. ti.id teeth. '"Is dis do editor?'' ho in-quired in-quired as lie twirled his hat in his hand. He was informed that it was. "Well, boss, 1 wants to get a job," he aid. "What is your business?" ";? old nei;ro drew himself tip to Ivm (u he'ht nnd answered: "Iso been do proprietor ob do New 'leans Piccyuno fo' twenty ars." "Oh, you have been proprietor of The New Orleans Picayune for twenty years, have you?" "Yes, sah." "Well, I suppose you wrote the editorials editor-ials then." 'Oh, no, sah; we had de editors for to do dat," "Yes? Perhaps, then, you gathered the news?" "No. sail, de reporters did dat." "You read tho 'proof, then, very likely." "Oh, no, no, no, sah, we had de proofreaders proof-readers for to do dat." The editor became amused at the old darky, und determined to sea in what position his boasted proprietorship would I land him, so ho questioned him in regard re-gard to the various positions right down the list, .rad still his function remained undiscovered. "Well," he was filially asked, "what was your position?" lie hesitated a moment and then answered an-swered in the most impressive voice he could command: "I'll tell you what, boss, if you wants to get some one to oil de joints ob you engine down sta'rs, I ken do it better flan any man in town." New York Tribune. |