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The profession of journalism

is an honourable one.

What?

The profession of journalism

is honourable!

Oh! Oh yes, yes.

I have nothing to be ashamed of

in the conduct of my paper.

What?

I have nothing to be ashamed of...

Oh, good.

Nothing sensational ever

enters my columns.

Why not?

I said...

- Sit down!

- Yes.

- Oh no, not there. Over there.

- Sorry.

Mr. Burdon...

You've joined the most wide read paper

on the West Coast.

So it was bound to be.

Will you have a cigarette?

No smoking in hours!

Mr. Burdon...

A reporter of the Advertiser has a

position of very great trust.

Now, I'm on to Manchester tonight

but unfortunately my sub-editor is in bed.

I'm sorry, what's the trouble?

- He's got lumbago.

- Ah.

But the point is, I promised our Provost

a page in tomorrow's issue.

And you'll have to take the interview

and see it to the press.

Now, can you do that Burdon?

No smoking!

Yes, of course.

Yes, what's the...

what's the article about?

Well, Provost Gaw is

standing for the new Party.

What's new about it?

For one thing, Scotland for the Scottish.

Oh, does somebody else want it?

That'll do, Burdon.

Mrs. Skirving.

Horace, we'll miss that train!

Well, I'm waiting for you.

Oh, Mr Burdon, my wife.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Well, you can't expect the Colonel's lady

to extend her manners to me.

I beg your pardon?

Well, away over to Town Hall

to get the interview with the Provost.

Yes!

The Town Hall is that

ghastly building, isn't it?

I'll have you know the Provost built it!

Oh...

Then I'll take

another look at it.

What a little brat!

He is English... I think.

Well, it's away, or we'll miss the train.

- I'll look on Willie and say goodbye.

- What for?

Willie's lovely Town Hall!

Is that all?

- Yes, Provost.

- Then you can go.

You'll be coming in to the meeting soon?

Baillie Callender is having

a sour time in the chair.

I'll be around in a minute, now clear out.

Victoria, you better go up into the gallery

to see the front.

Father, can I ask you something?

Well, I'm rather busy.

Why did you sack Jessie?

Jessie, what?

Oh, the parlour maid!

She got a bit above herself, Vickie...

and Lisbeth very kindly

disposed of her for me.

Lisbeth?

Now, who's mentioning my name?

Why Victoria, I wouldn't

have recognized you.

How nice of you to look in

and welcome me back!

Yes...

You've quite grown up, dear.

Willie, I just look in to say goodbye.

That was good of you, Lisbeth.

- Be back in time for the meeting.

- Oh, don't you worry!

I couldn't do without you on the platform.

No, I don't think you could.

Well, I'm to the station now, or Horace

will have the jitters.

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