The Galleon, Volume 2, Number 2, March 1926 Page: 17
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THE GALLEON
The Printer's DeVil
Cecil BishopJack Printer mopped his brow
and raised the shade from over
his squinted eyes as he remark-
ed, "I have been working right
here for twenty-five years, and
haven't had a vacation. We are
about up with the job work; I
think I'll try my luck fishing
to-morrow. It is after 6 o'clock,
but I'll run off the Patton job
to-night."
He pushed the button. Zip!
The monotonous buzz of the
hand-press began. Bits of the
tunes of Silver Threads Among
the Gold; When You and I
Were Young Maggie; and
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the
Boys Are Marching, escaped his
lips as his inky hands fed the
hungry press.
"Hello, Jack, are you going
to work all night ?" called Mr.
Rhoderick, as he came in smok-
ing a cigar. "How about doing
some printing for me. to-mor-
row? That Jew down on the
corner can't spring anything on
me. I am putting on a sale, arni
would like to have a four page
circular."
Jack Printer dared not ex-
press his thoughts. "Could yotu
wait until day after to-morrow
for that ? I'm nearly dead to go
fishing ?"
"I don't see how I can, for I
wanted them out by that time.
I can get it done in Temple."
He stroked his chin with cigar-
ette stained fingers.
The merchant thought he de-
tected a note of disgust in the
voice of the printer when he
said, "No, I'll do the work ifyou have to have it."
As the tired old man dragged
his feet along the walk, he
could see the picture of his
humble home, with the two boys
and his industrious little wife
about their work. He wondered
if she didn't regret having
given up the rooms in the apart-
ment house where she had lived
since the death of her first hus-
band. He quickened his step as
he reflected, "Foolish man that
I am; she has never given me
any cause for such thought."
At every house men and their
families were sitting on porches
or on the freshly mowed lawns.
The boys used their 'nigger
shooters' as a means of making
war on the English sparrows
that had a jubilee each night in
the hackberry trees. One of the
youngsters yelled, "Let's go
fishing to-morrow."
"Son, I am sorry but I have
to work." An unbelievable fish
story followed.
The next day at the office
would have tried Job's patience.
There was no power to run the
machinery for two hours. The
circulars for Mr. Rlhoderick were
to have been run off by eight
o'clock. Fred Moore wanted
some letter heads, and Paul
Dunn just had to have some
cards printed.
"Mr. Printer," called a shrill
feminine voice from the front of
the office, "may I see you for a
few minutes ?"
The linotype operator peeped
out of the corner of his twink-
ling eye at the printer as he17
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