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HELEN
IN THE
EDITOR’S CHAIR
BY
RUTHE S. WHEELER
The Goldsmith Publishing Company
Chicago
Copyright, 1932
The Goldsmith Publishing Company
Made in U. S. A.
CHAPTER CONTENTS
- CHAPTER PAGE
- I. The Weekly Herald. 13
- II. Startling News. 22
- III. In The Editor’s Chair. 34
- IV. Through the Storm. 50
- V. Reporting Plus. 62
- VI. A New Week Dawns. 75
- VII. The First Issue. 93
- VIII. Mystery in the Night. 111
- IX. Rescue on Lake Dubar. 124
- X. Behind the Footlights. 139
- XI. New Plans. 160
- XII. Special Assignment. 177
- XIII. Helen’s Exclusive Story. 195
- XIV. The Queen’s Last Trip. 209
- XV. Success Attends. 225
Helen in the Editor’s Chair
CHAPTER I
The Weekly Herald
Thursday!
Press day!
Helen Blair anxiously watched the clock on thewall of the assembly room. Five more minutesand school would be dismissed for the day. Howthose minutes dragged. She moved her booksimpatiently.
Finally the dismissal bell sounded. Helenstraightened the books in her desk and, with the162 others in the large assembly of the RolfeHigh School, rose and marched down to the cloakroom. She was glad that school was over for, toher, Thursday was the big day of the week.
Press day!
What magic lay in those two words.
By supper time the Rolfe Herald would be inevery home in town and, when families sat downto their evening meal, they would have the paperbeside them.
Helen’s father, Hugh Blair, was the editor andpublisher of the Herald. Her brother, Tom, ajunior in high school, wrote part of the news andoperated the Linotype, while Helen helped in theoffice every night after school and on Saturdays.
On Thursday her work comprised folding thepapers as they came off the clanking press. Herarms ached long before her task was done, but sheprided herself on the neatness of the stacks ofpapers that grew as she worked.
“Aren’t you going to stay for the final sophomoredebate tryouts?” asked Margaret Stevens.Margaret, daughter of the only doctor in Rolfe,lived across the street from the Blairs.
“Not this afternoon,” smiled Helen, “this ispres