Park Row Page #4

No, Mitch...

You need young blood to bring life

to a newspaper just born.

I could use some old blood, too.

Want to have them on 'The Globe.'

Steve...it's the cops!

Anybody in here

seen Steve Brody?

He ain't here...

he's down at 'Lizzy the Duck'.

What do you want of him, officer?

He's broken the law...

He just jumped off

the Brooklyn Bridge.

Any witnesses see him jump?

I saw him!

We're wasting our time...let's go

down the 'Lizzy the Duck'.

Here you are, officer.

Is this the man who jumped?

I don't know what his name is...

But he's the fellow which jumped.

Take him away!

Mitch...you're a Judas!

It's me, Brody, your bosom pal.

Lock him in 'The Tombs'.

Fake!...You and your newspaper!...

You're a snake in the grass!

All you reporters

are snakes in the grass!

Throw the keys away!

Mitch...How could you've done it?

How could you 've done it

to my Steve, Mitch?!

This'll be Brody's story...

On page one!

"Bridge and safety"

Steve Brody drops 120 feet

to the water below!

Arrested...locked in 'The Tombs'.

I get the follow-up...

"The Globe frees Brody from 'The Tombs'."

The officer won't like this.

The readers will.

- 6 columns...6 pages...

- We're shaving close!

4 pages...let's get 'em to the office.

Look, Mr Mitchell...I got

printer's ink in me, too.

See!

You got a chore-boy?

Just Mr Angelo and me...

We take care of the shop.

I run the press...

and he sets type.

Who's Mr Angelo?

This is Mr Angelo.

Rusty, there's only one opening on 'The Globe'.

You know the difference between a guideline, a keyline,

a 4+4 and a stick o' stone?

Yes Sir.

No you don't...but you're gonna learn.

You're printer's devil.

From now on, Rusty...

you're a newspaperman.

Yes, Sir!

Got a key, Mr Leach?

Fine...we're putting 'The Globe'

to bed tonight.

Meet you all in the office in 5 minutes.

5 minutes, Mr Davenport.

What a business!

Beautiful, Mr Leach...

Great place to work.

Plenty of room for our hard-hitting

competent staff.

Rusty...get all the papers...

Go and get 'The Star.'

And get rid of that shoe-shine box.

Well, you heard it, Mr Leach...

where's all your type?

It looks like we'll have to set up

all our stories in a couple of inches.

When that type's sorted up, we'll have

enough to handle the paper...

Most of our jobs have been

handbills and cards.

How much paper have we got?

Couple of half bundles in the back.

I didn't figure you'd want

to go to press so soon.

Paper plants are all closed now.

Vol. 1, No. 1, hits the street

in the morning.

Say...what's a job printer like you doing

with such a big press?

I once tried to run a weekly.

I just didn't have what it takes

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