Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 June 1936 — Page 15

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Girl Reporter

By Dorothy Marquis

DIE DOYLE went to the city editor in a huff. “Say, Mac, there's a freckle-faced dame usin’ my type-

Writer.” 3 i

“Yeah, I know,” Mac grunted sympdilietically. “But I've got an important story,” Eddie protested. Mac gave his eyeshade a vicious tug.

“You'll have to

und it out on another machine. Thz' lady, my boy,” he brn dryly, “is the new cub—hired by the boss himself.

e says...

+ Eddie interrupted. “Don’t tell me—I know. ‘What we meed around here is new blood.” So he hires a spectacled,

freckle-faced dame!”

i. Thus Dora Mae was welcomed to the staff of the Bulletin. But Dora Mae was shortsighted and didn’t notice—at

first. She was too thrilled over her “big chance.”

and _her shortsightedness could keep. her in the dark very long. She was not getting the breaks. ' She never had a chance at any thing but the prosaic beat assigned her— the public library, the country farm bureau, the churches and the Y. W. C. A : s s s

HEN, without warning, opportunity came hér way. She was on her way to the washroom one morning and glanced at a teletype machine to read what was g¢oming over the wire. Suddenly, she adjusted her glasses and peered closer, FLASH—AMY DOVER MAKES CHANGE IN FLIGHT WILL STOP AT ‘INDEPENDENCE FOR REPAIRS. ; ‘Dora Mae looked around furtively. The telegraph editor was busy. It would ke several minutes before he got the wire—long enough to .give her a head start on the other reporters, Grabbing a wad of paper and an extra pencil she dashed from the building and hailed a taxi. “To the airport and hurry! I'm on a story.” That was Minor Ambition No. 1 realized—to grab a cab and unconcernedly charge it to the Bulletin. Ah, the power of the press! # s 2

ORA MAE sank back and closed | -

her eyes .to visualize Major Ambition Number One as it would be realized in today’s. paper—an eight-column streamer, “Amy Dover Lands Here,” above a douple-deck head and the by-line, “By Dora Mae.” Everything worked out perfectly.

When Amy Dover climbed stiffly | .

from the cockpit of her great plane, Dora Mae was the first to greet her. Possessively, she took her in tow. She was escorting her prize to the waiting taxi just ‘as ‘the other: reROTHers, arrived in ‘a cloud of dust. As the cab drove away, Dora Mae frinned back wickedly at them,

“T" noon, the rushed ‘into the - office excitedly. “#Oh, she’s darling! The first thing she asked for was a lipstick.” . Mac glared. “That's just ducky, but how about some copy?” Dora Mae blithely shook a wad of scribbled pages before him. : “I've enough dope here to write a volume, and I'll be back in an hour

with more. ‘I'm ‘taking her to lunch.”’ “Okay—but don't forget, we go-to press at 2.”

Dora Mae turned to go, then came back to ask shyly, “Will I get a bhyline on tise?

EFORE the prayer in Her eager, 3 bespectacled eyes, Mac thawed slightly. - “Sure, «in 24-point Old English. y : - It was 1 o'clock when Dora Mae ‘came in again. Breathlessly she asked: - - “Could ‘I have a private

office? I mean, well... could I just

‘| be ‘alone to assemble my thoughts. . However, not even her enthusiasm| , »

Mac looked at her curiously. “Sure, take the boss’ pen. He's at a Rotary luncheon, but step on it. Give me the lead as soon as you get it.” Still treading the heights, Dora Mae flew into the private office and shut the door ‘carefully behind her. She inserted a fresh sheet of paper in the typewriter, then feverishly began sorting her notes.

” 8’ 2 T 1:20, the plant foreman called

Mac. “I'm ‘waiting to. close page one. How about the Dover story?”

“Coming right down,” Mac answered shortly and rang the boss’ office. A thin little “Hello” came over the wire. “Almost press time,” he shouted. “Let’s have that copy.” Five minutes elapsed. With a sudden gesture of impatience Mac leaped up and strode into the office where Dora Mae was closeted. Prom a swirling sea of copy paper, she looked up at him. The sheet in the typewriter read laconically, “Woman Flyer Lands.” There was nothing more. Dora Mae’s eyes, behind her glasses, were wide with

panic.

2 8 =» AC looked at her aghast. “Say! We go to press in 30 minutes . where's that story?” Dora Mae removed her glasses and gazed at him imploringly. Mac stared, bent nearer for a close scrutiny, then yelled: “So that's what you've been hiding behind those windows!” Unbelieveably long dark lashes framed the most beautiful pair of smoke-gray eyes Mac ever had seen . . the most beautiful eyes of any color, he decided instantly,

8 » 2 ORA MAE gulped. “I's s-sorry,” she faltered. “I guess I'm s-stage struck or . .. or something. I can’t write a word.” Then, suddenly, she burst out crying. Mac surprised no one more than himself by gathering the dejected little figure in his arms consolingly. It proved an agreeable experiment.

was the one who needed specs! He kissed her. She kissed him back. They laughed together, shakily. Mac bent to repeat the kiss— but he was still a newspaper man.

“I'll be right hack. 2

RABBING : handful of Dora Mae's notes, he rushed out. At Eddie Doyle's desk: he ‘said: “Here,! give me something on this in a hurry!” : “I thought this was the dame’s big chance,” Eddie said. “What's she workin’ on?” Mac grinned. “Me, you sap!”

office and slammed the door.

THE END. (Copyright, dag. aL United Feature (The characters in this story are fictitious)

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