"Your college paper, I suppose?""No, I never wrote even a letter to the editor.""Took prizes for essays?""No, I never wrote if I could help it.""But you like to write?""I'd like to learn to write.""You say you are two months out of college -- what college?""Yale.""Hum -- I thought Yale men went into something commercial; law or banking or railroads. 'Leave hope of fortune behind, ye who enter here' is over the door of this profession.""We pay fifteen dollars a week at the start." "I haven't the money-making instinct.""Couldn't you make it twenty?"The Managing Editor of the NEWS-RECORD turned slowly in his chair until his broad chest was full-front toward the young candidate for the staff. He lowered his florid face slowly until his double chin swelled out over his low "stick-up" collar. Then he gradually raised his eyelids until his amused blue eyes were looking over the tops of his glasses, straight into Howard's eyes. "Why?" he asked."Why should we?"