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Lessons learned in the composing room of a newspaper
As they walked into the room, I watched with curiosity. She was an attractive brunette wearing a short skirt. He was maybe 15 years younger—handsome, clean cut, and wearing a suit and tie. After he pulled out her chair, she remained standing and spoke to him. He fumbled in his front shirt pocket and handed her a cigarette. She tossed her glossy hair to the side and waited for him to light it for her. Finally she sat down. I could see a trace of humiliation in his expression.
I looked back down at my paper plate. I was on my break in the cafeteria at the newspaper where I worked. She was the top advertising executive, and he was her assistant, probably just getting started in the business. I was a compositor working the night shift.
Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.
After the earthquake . . . signs of hope
with contributions from Mary Elizabeth Leever, Christopher Lowenberg, Judith H. Hedrick, Doris F. Goff
items of interest
with contributions from Robert Russell, Sharla Pugh
'What am I going to do?'
Jewel Becker Simmons
Hope coming home
How I stopped smoking
The restriction was removed
Thomas Paul Boyer
An introduction to healing
Prayer to have a family
God made us perfect
Healed without surgery
Getting to know you
Robert A. Johnson
Green leaves for everyone