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Show Reporter Witii, a Nerve. Max O'ltcll used to tell a story about his first oxperlcnco with a Chicago nowspaper roportor. Tho genial Frenchman had just arrived at tho Grand Pacific hotel nnd had rotlred to his room to rest after a fatlgu lng Journoy. In order to got tho most possible out ot the Bht siesta ho tolc oft his rlothc3 and got Into bed. Tho day was n. ot ono, nnd for bettor circulation of nlr he loft tho door slightly ajar, placing a chair against It for socurlty. Shortly afterward ho was awnkonod from his nap by a knock at his door, and ho drowsily Inquired who was thoro. "Mr. Blank of tho Dally Soand-So." "I cannot be disturbed now," callod O'ltell. "You wJII have to come again. 1 cannot eco you now. 1 am In bed." Notwithstanding this Injunction, tho humorist saw tho door pushed open, the chair fell ovor on tho floor, and tho reporter entered tho room, threw his lint on tho tnblo, sighed and helped himself to a chair. "Well, woll, well!" exclaimed tho now angry Frenchman. "This Is unprecedented. un-precedented. What will you havo, sir? Wlmt'll you havo?," "Thank you," replied tho reporter, fanning himself. "I'll have a gin-fizz." Now York Times. |
