Williams College - Gulielmensian Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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But the city editor wanted a story on this death. Give n1e three sticks on it , he had said: it had to be covered. The cub shrugged his shoulders and tried hard to be cynical. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, as he turned down a side street toward the house where the death had occurred. Half a block further on was his destination, a huge stone house, set among gloolny trees, so dark that even in the light reflected by the snow, he could barely desery the crepe that hung sullenly at the door. Old maids. Queer , the neighbors used to say of lV1iss Katie and Nliss Ntattie, the two lonely women whose home was there. Nobody knew much about them, except that they lived all alone in the big house. And that they had nothing aside from it. No friends. No kin. And no money. The cub touched the old-fashioned bell-pull gently. A long pause. Then footsteps came down the hall inside, old, old footsteps, and very tired. Miss Katie opened the door, CYou know Miss Katie. She lives in every small t.own, alone with her one companion-her Miss Mattie. Always a trustee has made away with her in- heritance-quite legally, of course: invariably quite legally-and so Miss Katie, wherever you find her, is poor. And very tragic. She loves her Miss Mattie as an old maid loves-an old maid who hasn't anybody else. That was the way Miss 'Katie had loved: and Miss Mattie was dead.J VVell, then, this Christmas Eve, Miss Katie let the cub reporter into t.he house that was hers alone now, and the cub asked her the usual questions 'of a small town reporter. He asked her whether Miss lVIattie had been ill long, and exactly what did she die of, and what church did she belong to, and when would the funeral be? Miss Katie told him everything he asked, very bravely, though her voice shook the least bit in the world, sometimes. Then the cub asked his last question. He asked whether there were any relatives. Miss Katie was very nice. She just said, Only me , and cried-just a little. The cub reporter thanked herg he stuffed his copy paper into his pocket and hurried away. Ile hurried because he did not want. to think. You see, he was a rery young eubg otherwise he would not have minded. The eub paused on the steps of his paper's building. Christmas Eve! Above him, he heard the confused murmur of a newspaper office as press time draws near. Ticking typewriters. The rattle and sliding bang of the linotypes in the composing room, the linotypes that to-morrow would give the world-- such of it as cared enough to read- three sticks on the Smith woman's deathu. That was what the city editor had ordered. lf 4: va :ie ff :n ak ,k Ten minutes later the cub turned in his copy. flt isu't llill'f.l to write a death: and cub reporters on small town papers have no lack of practice. ,Be- sides, it was close to press timed What rot , said t.he city editor, lighting a cigarette as he picked up the copy. VVe're crowded tonight. Cut this stuff down to a stick and a half . John Bakclcxs 3-If

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' li Q l ' A - The Society of Alumni Organized in 1821 Officers John S. Sheppard. Jr., Class of 1891 . . . . 1,l'6SI.!l0Hf Orton ll. Brown, Class of 1892 . . . l'icr0-l'r0.wi1lm1l lvllllill11 C. Hart, Class of 189-L ...... 8 l'l'l'l'flII'jj and T1'ms'141'1'r Executive Committee l i'ccle1'ic-lc Geller, Class of 1883 'l'alc-ott, M. Banks. Class of 1890 Carroll l.. Maxi-y. Class of 1887 William lCver4l0ll,.lr., Class of 190Q . Yvilliain C. Hart, lm'-QfI'if'1'o Advisory Council l'lI'GtlCl'lt'li GCllC1', Class of 1888 .... . lllIf1I'l'IlI,l1,ll John M. Killits, Class of 1880 . . l'ir'e-Illluzfrmml JELIIICS F. Bac-on, Class of 1898 . . . . S1'r-rflrlry and 7'r1f11sNr01' Local Associations Albany and Troy I'resi1lcnl . . . lcllllllllltl N. Hnyc-k . , Class lst Vice-l'l'e.w1'zle11f . A. P. McKean . . Class Qml Vice-Presidenl . Charles G. Sewall . Class Secretary .... Charles McEwan . Class Treasurer .... llehancey Palmer . Class Re11re.wmfai1'1'rv on f,l0lI7Il'fl l. H. Vrooman, Jr. . Class 85 of 1888 of 1892 of 1893 of 1900 of 1907 of 1899