You see, being left in sole charge of the office while Mr.Hanks is away makes him responsible for even the job printing." Thad was only too glad for an excuse for an earlier start.
"If we have to do any loafing," he went on to say, philosophically, "we can put in the time at the _Courier_ office, just as well as anywhere else.

I always did want to mosey around that place, and while Mr.Hanks is away, perhaps I'll have a chance to handle a few type, and watch the regular comp work like lightning.

The smell of printers' ink seems to draw me, Hugh, to tell you the honest truth." Although Thad possibly did not know it at the time, that fascination has been responsible for many a noted editor's career, as the lure of printers' ink, when it gets a firm hold on any one, can seldom be shaken off in after years.

Once a newspaper man and it becomes a lifetime pursuit.

But then, of course, Thad might be only imagining such things, and the dim future hold out other possibilities for a career that would be far removed from an editor's chair.
They found Jim on deck, and buried up to his ears in work.