"When I am cultured I'll be a night city editor; that's my ideal," said the youth, stoutly.
John produced the admission card given him by his city editor.
"Here, Gallant, I want you to do something," the city editor said.
The city editor beckoned to me and I followed him into another room.
Make or break, assented the city editor, with the odds in favor of the break.
He moved along the narrow corridor and past the city editor's room.
Of course this was not newspaper training in the sense that I had to report, and to a city editor.
A moment later he was talking to the city editor of that paper.
That was when Daddy had been alive and had been city editor.
Daddy was city editor, and I know how particular he was about it.