Helen in the Editor's Chair Part 3

"I wish I could be as optimistic as you are, Helen," said Mrs. Blair.

"You'll feel better in a few more hours," said Tom. "It's the suddenness of it all. Now we've got to buckle down and make the _Herald_ keep on paying dividends."

Tom and Helen helped their mother clear away the breakfast dishes and then dressed for Sunday school. Mrs. Blair taught a cla.s.s of ten-to-twelve-year-old girls. Tom and Helen were in the upper cla.s.ses.

The Methodist church they attended was a red brick structure, the first brick building built in Rolfe, and it was covered with English ivy that threatened even to hide the windows. The morning was warm and restful and they enjoyed the walk from home to church.

The minister was out of town on his vacation and there were no church services. After Sunday school the Blairs walked down to the postoffice.

The large mail box which was rented for the _Herald_ was filled with papers, circulars and letters.

"We might as well go back to the office and sort this out," said Tom, and Mrs. Blair and Helen agreed.

The office was just as Tom and Helen had left it Thursday night for they had been too busy since then helping with the arrangements for their father's departure to clean it up.

The type was still in the forms, papers were scattered on the floor and dust had gathered on the counter and the desk which had served Hugh Blair for so many years.

"I'll open the windows and the back door," said Tom, "and we'll get some air moving through here. It's pretty stuffy."

Mrs. Blair sat down in the swivel chair in front of her husband's desk and Helen pulled up the only other chair in the office, an uncomfortable straight-backed affair.

"You're editor now," Mrs. Blair told Helen. "You'd better start in by sorting the mail."

"Tom's in charge," replied Helen as her brother returned to the office.

"Let's not argue," said Tom. "We'll have a business meeting right now.

Mother, you represent Dad, who is the owner. Now you decide who will be what."

"What will we need?" smiled Mrs. Blair.

"We need a business manager first," said Helen.

"Wrong," interjected Tom. "It's a publisher."

"Then I say let's make it unanimous and elect mother as publisher," said Helen.

"Second the motion," grinned Tom.

"If there are no objections, the motion is declared pa.s.sed," said Helen.

"And now Mother, you're the duly elected publisher of the _Rolfe Herald_."

"I may turn out to be a hard-boiled boss," said Mrs. Blair, but her smile belied her words.

"We're not worrying a whole lot," said Tom. "The next business is selecting a business manager, a mechanical department, an editor, and a reporter. Also a couple of general handymen capable of doing any kind of work on a weekly newspaper."

"That sounds like a big payroll for a paper as small as the _Herald_,"

protested Mrs. Blair.

"I think you'll be able to get them reasonable," said Tom.

"In which case," added Helen, "you'd better appoint Tom as business manager, mechanical department, and handyman."

"And you might as well name Helen as editor, reporter and first a.s.sistant to the handyman," grinned Tom.

"I've filled my positions easier than I expected," smiled Mrs. Blair. "As publisher, I'll stay at home and keep out of your way."

"Mother, we don't want you to do that," exclaimed Helen. "We want you to come down and help us whenever you have time."

"But what could I do?" asked her mother.

"Lots of things. For instance, jot down all of the personal items you know about your friends and about all of the club meetings. That would be a great help to me. Sometimes in the evening maybe you'd even find time to write them up, for Tom and I are going to be frightfully busy between going to school and running the _Herald_."

"I'll tell the town," said Tom. "If you'd handle the society news, Mother, you could make it a great feature. The _Herald_ has never paid much attention to the social events in town. Guess Dad was too busy. But I think the women would appreciate having all of their parties written up. I could set up a nice head, 'Society News of Rolfe,' and we'd run a column or so every week on one of the inside pages."

"You're getting me all excited, Tom," said his mother. "Your father said I never would make a newspaper woman but if you and Helen will have a little patience with me, I'd really enjoy writing the social items."

"Have patience with you, Mother?" said Helen. "It's a case of whether you'll have patience with us."

"We're going to have to plan our time carefully," said Tom, "for we'll have to keep up in our school work. I've got it doped out like this.

Superintendent Fowler says Helen and I can go half days and as long as we cover all of the cla.s.s work, receive full credit. The first half of the week is going to be the busiest for me. I'll have to solicit my ads, set them up, do what job work I have time for and set up the stories Helen turns out for the paper. I could get in more time in the afternoon than in the morning so Helen had better plan on taking the mornings on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday away from school."

"It will work out better for her, too," went on Tom. "Many of the big news events happen over the week-end and she'll be on the job Monday morning. I'll have every afternoon and evening for my share of the work and for studying. Then we'll both take Thursday afternoon away from school and get the paper out. And on Friday, Mother, if you'll come down and stay at the office, we'll go to school all day. How does that sound?"

"Seems to me you've thought of everything," agreed Helen. "I like the idea of doing my editorial work in the mornings the first part of the week and I'll be able to do some of it after school hours."

"Then it looks like the _Herald_ staff is about ready to start work on the next issue," said Tom. "We have a publisher, a business manager and an editor. What we need now are plenty of ads and lots of news."

"What would you say, Mother, if Tom and I stayed down at the office a while and did some cleaning up?" asked Helen.

"Under the circ.u.mstances, I haven't any objections," said their mother.

"There isn't any church service this morning and you certainly can put in a few hours work here in the office to good advantage. I'll stay and help you with the dusting and sweeping."

"You run on home and rest," insisted Helen. "Also, don't forget Sunday dinner. We'll be home about two or two-thirty, and we'll be hungry by that time."

Mrs. Blair picked up the Sunday papers and after warning Tom and Helen that dinner would be ready promptly at two-thirty, left them in the office.

"Well, Mr. Business Manager, what are you going to start on?" asked Helen.

"Mr. Editor," replied Tom, "I've got to throw in all the type from last week's forms. What are you going to do?"

"The office needs a good cleaning," said Helen. "I'm going to put on my old ap.r.o.n and spend an hour dusting and mopping. You keep out or you'll track dirt in while I'm doing it."

Tom took off the coat of his Sunday suit, rolled up his s.h.i.+rt sleeves and donned the ink-smeared ap.r.o.n he wore when working in the composing room.

Helen put on the long ap.r.o.n she used when folding papers and they went to work with their enthusiasm at a high pitch. Their task was not new but so much now depended on the success of their efforts that they found added zest in everything they did.

Helen went through the piles of old papers on her father's desk, throwing many of them into the large cardboard carton which served as a wastebasket. When the desk was finally in order, she turned her attention to the counter. Samples of stationery needed to be placed in order and she completely rearranged the old-fas.h.i.+oned show case with its display of job printing which showed what the _Herald_ plant was capable of doing.

With the desk and counter in shape, Helen picked up all of the papers on the floor, pulled the now heavily laden cardboard carton into the composing room, and then secured the mop and a pail of water. The barber shop, located below the postoffice, kept the building supplied with warm water, and Helen soon had a good pail of suds.