This time next year you'll be through with High School, and I hope you'll be with us then altogether." "I don't know about that, Mr.Bradley," smiled Dick, picking up his hat and starting for the door.

"But I do know that I like newspaper work mighty well.

When a fellow is writing for a paper he seems to be alive all the time, and right up to the minute." "That youngster may come to us for a while, after he gets out of High School," called Mr.Pollock, across the room, after Prescott had, gone out.

"But he won't stay long on a small daily.

A youngster with all his hustle is sure to pull out, soon, for one of the big city dailies.