Kirk Munroe - Under Orders: The story of a young reporter стр 3.

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Not quite alone though. A fellow named Van Cleef, whom Myles knew but slightly, and who was such a hard-working student as to be termed the class dig, remained. As Myles turned and noticed him for the first time Van Cleef said:

Im awfully sorry for you, Manning, and you are heartily welcome to any thing I can do to help you. If you must go to work at once why not try journalism? It is hard work, but it pays something from the very start, and that is more than can be said of almost any other business.

CHAPTER II.

TRYING TO BECOME A REPORTER

JOURNALISM! exclaimed Myles Manning, in answer to Van Cleefs suggestion. Why, I never thought of such a thing, and I dont know the first thing about it. To be sure, he added, reflectively, I have helped edit the college Oarsman, and have written one or two little things that got published in our country weekly out home; but I dont suppose all that would help a fellow much in real journalism.

Here Myles looked up at his companion, hoping to hear him say that these things would go far toward securing him a position on one of the big dailies. But Van Cleef was too honest a fellow to raise false hopes in another, and he said:

No; of course all that doesnt amount to any thing. Everybody does more or less of that sort of thing nowadays, and its generally in the poetry line; but theres nothing practical in it.

Here Myles blushed consciously as he recalled the fact that most of his own efforts had been in the poetry line; but he said nothing.

At any rate, continued Van Cleef, you probably know as much of journalism as you do of Wall Street or any other business, and that is just nothing at all. Youd have to begin at the very bottom, any way, and work up. Now, reporting is the only thing I know of that pays a fellow living wages from the very first, and that is the reason I mentioned it.

Reporting! echoed Myles, pausing in his packing and looking up with an expression of amazement. You dont mean to say that your journalism means being only a common reporter?

Now, in Myles set reporters were always spoken of, when mentioned at all, as a class of beings to be despised. He had come to regard them as a lot of very common fellows, who spent their time in prying into other peoples business, who were to be avoided as much as possible, but who must be treated decently when met, for fear lest they might write a fellow up, or put his name in the papers in some unpleasant connection. When Van Cleef mentioned journalism his hearers fancy at once sprang into the position of an editorial writer, a well-paid contributor of graceful verse or witty paragraphs, a critic, foreign correspondent, or something of that sort. But to be only a reporter! Why, the mere thought of such a thing was humiliating.

Why not? asked Van Cleef, in reply to Myles question, and in surprise at his tone. A first-class, well-trained, reporter is one of the brightest, smartest, and best-informed men in the city. He knows everybody worth knowing, and every thing that is happening or about to happen. He is as valuable to his paper as the editor-in-chief, and he often earns as much money. A reporter must of necessity learn something of every kind of business, and he meets with more chances than any other man to change his employment, if he wants to, for one that will pay him better.

Look at the prominent politicians, railroad presidents, and others now occupying the most honorable positions of trust and power in this country, and see how many of them began life as reporters. Our present Secretary of State was once a reporter, and a good one too. The Presidents private secretary, who is called the power behind the throne, was a reporter. A late Secretary of the Treasury was once a reporter. I have a personal knowledge of six members of Congress who used to be reporters. All the foreign correspondents, who are really the men controlling the destinies of nations, are nothing more nor less than reporters. Stanley was a reporter, and so were hundreds more who are now world-famed. Oh, I tell you what, Manning, there is nothing to be ashamed of in being a reporter, though I will admit that most people seem to think there is.

Of course, there are a lot of sneaks and worthless fellows in this business, as in every other, but they are decidedly in the minority, and are fast being weeded out. The newspapers now demand the very best men as reporters, and they are getting them, too. You have heard, of course, of the professorship of journalism at C College? Well, it was established by a man who, only a few years ago, was a reporter on one of the New York papers, and he is making a first-class thing of it. I am a sort of a reporter myself, he continued, laughing, and the minute I graduate from here I mean to become a full-fledged one.

You a reporter! cried Myles. How can you be a reporter and a college man at the same time?

Easy enough, or rather by working hard and sacrificing some sleep, answered Van Cleef. You see, he continued, in a slightly embarrassed tone, for he was not given to talking of himself or his own affairs, I am not one of you wealthy fellows, but have had to hoe my own row ever since I was fifteen. When I came here to enter college I had to find something to do to support myself at the same time. After a lot of disappointments I was fortunate enough to obtain a night-station job on the Phonograph, and, though the pay is small, it is enough to keep me going.

What do you mean by a night-station job? asked Myles, now greatly interested in what Van Cleef was saying.

Why, laughed the other, it means that I go at ten oclock every evening to the police-station nearest Central Park, on either the east or the west side of the city, and walk from there down to the Battery. On the way I stop at every station and at the hospitals to inquire for stray bits of news or interesting incidents. As the route lies through the very lowest and worst parts of town one is also apt to run across something or other of interest that even the police have not found out. I have to be all through and report at the office at sharp one oclock.

I should think that would be fun, said Myles; and I should like mightily to take the trip with you some night.

I should only be too glad of your company, returned the other, and perhaps you would enjoy it for once. I can tell you though, it gets to be awfully monotonous after you have done it for a year or so, and I shall be happy enough to give it up for regular reporting when the time comes that I can do so.

Arent you in great danger, walking alone so late at night through the slums? asked Myles.

Oh, no that is, not to speak of. A reporter, if he is known to be such, is generally safe enough wherever he goes, and I am pretty well known by this time along the entire line of my route.

You carry a pistol, of course?

Indeed I do nothing so foolish, answered Van Cleef. It would be certain to get me into trouble sooner or later. I only carry this badge, and it affords a better protection than all the pistols I could stuff into my pockets.

Here the speaker threw open his coat and displayed the silver badge of a deputy sheriff pinned to his vest.

Yes, I have been regularly sworn in, he continued, in answer to Myles inquiring glance, and the sight of it acts like magic in quieting a crowd of toughs. It passes me through fire-lines, too, which is often a great convenience.

What do you do in vacations? asked Myles, with the curiosity of one exploring a new world of experience, the very existence of which he had not heretofore dreamed of.

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