EDITOR'S WALLET.
, SAVED BY A REPORTER. • " You may abuse newspaper men all you please," said a robust chap in the smoking reom of a sleeping-car, " but I want to tell you- that I have a weakness for reporters. A Reporter once saved my life." How? *' Well, three years ago I thought I was dying with consumption. My friends thought so too. It appeared to be a clear case. ' One day a reporter ' bustled into my room'took out his pencil and note-book and began business without any unnecessary delay. •Mr Johnston,' said he, • I understand you are dying with consumption. Will you please give me a history of your life?' Well gentlemen, but for that reporter I should not now be alive. I summoned all my remaining strength threw the reporter down stairs, slid down the bannister and jumped on him before he could get up, pounded him into a black swelling, and then threw him into the street. An hour later I heard that he was likely to die from his injuries, so I took the first train for the West, going clear up into the mountains and roughing it like a prospector. Now look at me!" " Did the reporter die ? " " Not a bit of it. He's now the editor-in-chief of a paper in Cincinnati." '— Chicago Herald. '
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Otago Witness, Issue 1856, 17 June 1887, Page 36
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217EDITOR'S WALLET. Otago Witness, Issue 1856, 17 June 1887, Page 36
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