newspaper man in a Richard Harding Davis short story, don't
you? What can I do for you?"

Fanny wasted no words. "I saw the parade this afternoon. I
did a picture. I think it's good. If you think so too, I
wish you'd use it."

She laid it, face up, on Lasker's desk. Lasker picked it up
in his two hands, held it off, and scrutinized it. All the
drama in the world is concentrated in the confines of a
newspaper office every day in the year, and so you hear very
few dramatic exclamations in such a place. Men like Lasker
do not show emotion when impressed. It is too wearing on
the mechanism. Besides, they are trained to self-control.
So Lasker said, now:

"Yes, I think it's pretty good, too." Then, raising his
voice to a sudden bellow, "Boy!" He handed the drawing to a
boy, gave a few brief orders, and turned back to Fanny.
"To-morrow morning every other paper in New York will have
pictures showing Mildred Inness, the beauty, on her snow-
white charger, or Sophronisba A. Bannister, A.B., Ph.D., in
her cap and gown, or Mrs. William Van der Welt as
Liberty. We'll have that little rat with the banner, and
it'll get 'em. They'll talk about it." His eyes narrowed a
little. "Do you always get that angle?"

"Yes."

"There isn't a woman cartoonist in New York who does that