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Riis, Jacob A., 1849-1914

"The Making of an American"

How else would I get my copy in?"
"Well, just take a reef in when you round the corner," he said,
brushing the snow from his clothes. "Don't run your city editor
down again." And he went his way.
It was with anxious forebodings I went to the office the next
morning. Mr. Shanks was there before me. He was dictating to his
secretary, Mr. Taggart, who had been witness of the collision of
the night before, when I came in. Presently I was summoned to his
desk, and went there with sinking heart. Things had commenced to
look up a bit in the last twenty-four hours, and I had hoped yet
to make it go. Now, it was all over.
"Mr. Riis," he began stiffly, "you knocked me down last night
without cause."
"Yes, sir! But I--" [ Illustration: Mulberry Street.]
"Into a snowdrift," he went on, unheeding. "Nice thing for a
reporter to do to his commanding officer. Now, sir! this will not
do. We must find some way of preventing it in the future. Our man
at Police Headquarters has left. I am going to send you up there
in his place. You can run there all you want to, and you will want
to all you can.


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