Secretary enters. (Her name is Mattie.)
More good luck telegrams.
Well, you know how it is, I, I've
just got to keep working. See?
Sorry, sister. I was sent down
here to clean house. I told yuh I
can't use your column any more.
It's lavender and old lace!
I'll tell you what I'll do. I get
thirty dollars a week. I'll take
twenty-five, twenty if necessary.
I'll do anything you say.
It isn't the money. We're after
circulation. What we need is
fireworks. People who can hit with
sledge hammers—start arguments.
Oh, I can do that. I know this
town inside out. Oh, give me a
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