Very suitable for a
young man. Not a final career, in my judgment."
"A reporter on The Ledger, then, is nothing but a reporter on The
Ledger."
"Isn't that enough, for a start?" smiled the other. "The station-agent
at--what was the name of your station? Yes, Manzanita. The station-agent
at Manzanita--"
"Was E. Banneker," interposed the owner of that name positively. "A
small puddle, but the inhabitant was an individual toad, at least. To
keep one's individuality in New York isn't so easy, of course."
"There are quite a number of people in New York," pointed out the
philosopher, Vanney. "Mostly crowd."
"Yes," said Banneker. "You've told me something about the newspaper
business that I wanted to know." He rose.
The other put out an arresting hand. "Wouldn't you like to do a little
reporting for me, before you take up your regular work?"
"What kind of reporting?"
"Quite simple. A manufacturing concern in which I own a considerable
interest has a strike on its hands. Suppose you go down to Sippiac, New
Jersey, where our factories are, spend three or four days, and report
back to me your impressions and any ideas you may gather as to improving
our organization for furthering our interests."
"What makes you think that I could be useful in that line?" asked
Banneker curiously.
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