Psmith Journalist

the type whose Society column consists of such items as "Pawnee Jim Williams was to town yesterday with a bunch of other cheap skates. We take this op

after four years on the Kentucky paper, he had come East, minus the lobe of one ear and plus a long scar that ran diagonally across his left shoulder, and had worked without much success as a free-lance. He was tough and ready for anything that might come his way, but these things are a great deal a ma

was infinitesimal. But it was regular, and for a while Billy felt that a regular salary was the greatest thing on earth. But he still dreamed of win

ime so completely. He had no chance of attracting the notice of big e

lain why his normal aspect

a Granville Waterman, there entered Pugsy Malo

said

the expression of which never varied. He appeared unconsci

ooking up. "Hello, wh

cat, as if he were seein

at I got in de s

e poor brute.

the cat, which sprang nimbly on

' An' one of de guys, he says, 'G'wan! Who do youse t'ink youse is?' An' I says, 'I'm de guy what's goin' to swat youse one on de coco if youse don't quit fussin' de poor dumb animal.' So wit dat he makes a

ive, Master Maloney fixed an expression

alliance with Pugsy Maloney had begun on the occasion when he had rescued that youth from the clutches of a large negro, who, probably from the soundest of motives, was endeavouring to slay him. Billy had not inq

re" --he produced a dollar-bill--"go out and get some milk f

ndsor, mounting a chair, proceeded to chirrup and snap his fingers in the eff

face. The milk having been poured into the lid of a tobacco-tin, in lieu of a saucer, she suspended her operations and adjourned for refreshments. Bi

" he

el

kit

abou

her collar sh

w leather collar encircled the cat's neck. He had not pai

I guess she's one of Bat Jarvis's kitties. He's got a lot of dem

s? Do you mean t

of mine," said Mast

of fellow to have in the famil

-t'ree of dem, and dey

aking terms wit

uh

Bat Jarvis

He's me

hat if he wants it he'd better come rou

ur

ugsy. Why did you never tell us? Are

oin'. I'm goin'

m. And now, my lad, out you get, because if I'm i

Master Malo

d Pugsy

uh

basket. I shall want one to

aid Maste