Part 3 (1/2)
Clark walked out of the room to his own desk feeling as if the bottom had dropped out of everything. He was astonished, bewildered, excited and considerably angered. His great respect for Norman checked his rising indignation and disgust, but with it all was a feeling of growing wonder at the sudden change of motive which had entered the office of the DAILY NEWS and threatened, as he firmly believed, to destroy it.
Before noon every reporter, pressman and employee on the DAILY NEWS was informed of the remarkable fact that the paper was going to press without a word in it about the famous prize fight of Sunday.
The reporters were simply astonished beyond measure at the announcement of the fact. Every one in the stereotyping and composing rooms had something to say about the unheard of omission.
Two or three times during the day when Mr. Norman had occasion to visit the composing rooms the men stopped their work or glanced around their cases looking at him curiously. He knew that he was being observed, but said nothing and did not appear to note it.
There had been several minor changes in the paper, suggested by the editor, but nothing marked. He was waiting and thinking deeply.
He felt as if he needed time and considerable opportunity for the exercise of his best judgment in several matters before he answered his ever present question in the right way. It was not because there were not a great many things in the life of the paper that were contrary to the spirit of Christ that he did not act at once, but because he was yet honestly in doubt concerning what action Jesus would take.
When the DAILY NEWS came out that evening it carried to its subscribers a distinct sensation.
The presence of the report of the prize fight could not have produced anything equal to the effect of its omission. Hundreds of men in the hotels and stores down town, as well as regular subscribers, eagerly opened the paper and searched it through for the account of the great fight; not finding it, they rushed to the NEWS stands and bought other papers. Even the newsboys had not a understood the fact of omission. One of them was calling out ”DAILY NEWS! Full 'count great prize fight 't Resort. NEWS, sir?”
A man on the corner of the avenue close by the NEWS office bought the paper, looked over its front page hurriedly and then angrily called the boy back.
”Here, boy! What's the matter with your paper? There's no prize fight here! What do you mean by selling old papers?”
”Old papers nuthin'!” replied the boy indignantly. ”Dat's today's paper. What's de matter wid you?”
”But there is no account of the prize fight here! Look!”
The man handed back the paper and the boy glanced at k hurriedly.
Then he whistled, while a bewildered look crept over his face.
Seeing another boy running by with papers he called out ”Say, Sam, le'me see your pile.” A hasty examination revealed the remarkable fact that all the copies of the NEWS were silent on the subject of the prize fight.
”Here, give me another paper!” shouted the customer; ”one with the prize fight account.”
He received it and walked off, while the two boys remained comparing notes and lost in wonder at the result. ”Sump'n slipped a cog in the Newsy, sure,” said the first boy. But he couldn't tell why, and ran over to the NEWS office to find out.
There were several other boys at the delivery room and they were all excited and disgusted. The amount of slangy remonstrance hurled at the clerk back of the long counter would have driven any one else to despair.
He was used to more or less of it all the time, and consequently hardened to it. Mr. Norman was just coming downstairs on his way home, and he paused as he went by the door of the delivery room and looked in.
”What's the matter here, George?” he asked the clerk as he noted the unusual confusion.
”The boys say they can't sell any copies of the NEWS tonight because the prize fight isn't in it,” replied George, looking curiously at the editor as so many of the employees had done during the day. Mr.
Norman hesitated a moment, then walked into the room and confronted the boys.
”How many papers are there here? Boys, count them out, and I'll buy them tonight.”
There was a combined stare and a wild counting of papers on the part of the boys.