Journalese

There is a story of which you have read every word before. Yet it was thought so interesting by F. P. A., famed Colyumist of The New York World, that he published it entire for the benefit of his discriminating readers. It damns newspaper writing as completely as such writing ever was 'damned. Yet every word of it was written by newspaper men. Here it is: 4 LEAP TO DEATH AS TINY

TOT SOBS FOR SUBWAY JAM

Thousands Flee Heat When Thugs

Seize Woman Lost Fifteen Years

with Marked Bills

VICTORY SURE, HE SOBS

All Night Searchers Held on Heavy Bail as Heroine Sweeps City

They buried Jimmy Lefkowitz yesterday, and all Pearl street was in mourning. When the hold-up men entered the place, each flourishing two guns, the telephone operator bravely remained at her post, making sure that all the guests had bet. aroused.

In scanty attire more than 100 men and women fled through the smoke-filled halls and escaped to the street, while firemen battled with great sheets of flame that swept in from the open sea at a velocity of sixty miles an hour. At the suggestion of the mayor, however, the indorsement was made unanimous.

Searchers combed the entire countryside in an all-night hunt, but could only report that tens of thousands visited the beaches to obtain relief from the sultry weather.

She could no longer endure the mistreatment of her stepmother, Jennie said, and so she took $1.63 from her toy bank and was appointed Secretary of the Transit Commission after an acrimonious debate on the part that women will play in the national election. Conservative estimates placed the damage at $10,000. At the hospital the victim said his attention had been called to the assault shortly after the gangster had shot him down.

Climbing slowly to the dizzy height of the upper span while the breathless crowd watched in an agony of suspense, the man poised for a fleeting second and then plunged into a mass of correspondence which had accumulated during his absence. An immediate blood transfusion was decided on.

"I shot him because I loved him," the woman chuckled, according to the police, who found her loitering, in the subway station with $15 in marked bills and a State bonus blank. She said it was the roughest voyage of her sixty years' experience in the North Atlantic. "And besides," she added with eyes a-twinkle, "I never said that the Prince proposed to me."

The label on the bottle was marked "Cyanide," but despite the forty-minute tie-up, the speaker predicted an overwhelming majority in the event the prisoner was released on bail. There was no insurance.