Managing Editor Gaines straightened himself.
"It"s the policy of the Forum to print all the news, and print it straight. This is news-we print it." He relaxed. "Hey! Waiter! More of the same-and not so much soda."
"But it"s scientifically impossible."
"You saw it, didn"t you?"
"Yes, but-"
Gaines stopped him. "We"ll ask the Smithsonian Inst.i.tution to investigate it."
"They"ll laugh at you," Perkins insisted. "Ever hear of ma.s.s hypnotism?"
"Huh? No, that"s no explanation-Clarence saw it, too."
"What does that prove?"
"Obvious-to be hypnotized you have to have a mind. Ipso facto."
"You mean ipse dixit."
"Quit hiccuping. Perkins, you shouldn"t drink in the daytime. Now start over and say it slowly."
"How do you know Clarence doesn"t have a mind?"
"Prove it."
"Well, he"s alive-he must have some sort of a mind, then."
"That"s just what I was saying, the whirlwind is alive; therefore it has a mind. Perkins, if those long-beards from the Smithsonian are going to persist in their unscientific att.i.tude, I for one will not stand for it. The Forum will not stand for it. You will not stand for it."
"Won"t I?"
"Not for one minute. I want you to know the Forum is behind you, Pete. You go back to the parking lot and get an interview with that whirlwind."
"But I"ve got one. You wouldn"t let me print it."
"Who wouldn"t let you print it? I"ll fire him! Come on, Pete. We"re going to blow this town sky high. Stop the run. Hold the front page. Get busy!" He put on Pete"s hat and strode rapidly into the men"s room.
Pete settled himself at his desk with a container of coffee, a can of tomato juice, and the Midnight Final (late afternoon) edition. Under a 4-col. cut of Kitten"s toy was his column, boxed and moved to the front page. 18-point boldface ordered SEE EDITORIAL PAGE 12. On page 12 another black line enjoined him to SEE "OUR FAIR CITY" PAGE ONE. He ignored this and read: MR. MAYOR-RESIGN!!!!
Pete read it and chuckled. "An ill wind-" "-symbolic of the spiritual filth lurking in the dark corners of the city hall." "-will grow to cyclonic proportions and sweep a corrupt and shameless administration from office." The editorial pointed out that the contract for street cleaning and trash removal was held by the Mayor"s brother-in-law, and then suggested that the whirlwind could give better service cheaper.
"Pete-is that you?" Pappy"s voice demanded. "They got me down at the station house."
"What for?"
"They claim Kitten is a public nuisance."
"I"ll be right over." He stopped by the Art Department, snagged Clarence, and left. Pappy was seated in the station lieutenant"s office, looking stubborn. Perkins shoved his way in. "What"s he here for?" he demanded, jerking a thumb at Pappy.
The lieutenant looked sour. "What are you b.u.t.ting in for, Perkins? You"re not his lawyer."
"Not yet, Clarence. For news, Dumbrosky-I work for a newspaper, remember? I repeat-what"s he in for?"
"Obstructing an officer in the performance of his duty."
"That right, Pappy?"
The old man looked disgusted. "This character-" He indicated one of the policemen "-comes up to my lot and tries to s.n.a.t.c.h the Manila-Bay paper away from Kitten. I tell her to keep it up out of his way. Then he waves his stick at me and orders me to take it away from her. I tell him what he can do with his stick." He shrugged. "So here we are."
"I get it," Perkins told him, and turned to Dumbrosky. "You got a call from the city hall, didn"t you? So you sent Dugan down to do the dirty work. What I don"t get is why you sent Dugan. I hear he"s so dumb you don"t even let him collect the pay-off on his own beat."
"That"s a lie!" put in Dugan. "I do so-"
"Shut up, Dugan!" his boss thundered. "Now, see here, Perkins-you clear out. There ain"t no story here."
" "No story"?" Perkins said softly. "The police force tries to arrest a whirlwind and you say there"s no story?"
"Now?" said Clarence.
"n.o.body tried to arrest no whirlwind! Now scram."
"Then how come you"re charging Pappy with obstructing an officer? What was Dugan doing-flying a kite?"
"He"s not charged with obstructing an officer."
"He"s not, eh? Just what have you booked him for?"
"He"s not booked. We"re holding him for questioning."
"So? Not booked, no warrant, no crime alleged, just pick up a citizen and roust him around, Gestapo style." Perkins turned to Pappy. "You"re not under arrest. My advice is to get up and walk out that door."
Pappy started to get up. "Hey!" Lieutenant Dumbrosky bounded out of his chair, grabbed Pappy by the shoulder and pushed him down. "I"m giving the orders around here. You stay-"
"Now!" yelled Perkins. Clarence"s flashbulb froze them. Then Dumbrosky started up again.
"Who let him in here? Dugan-get that camera."
"Nyannh!" said Clarence and held it away from the cop. They started doing a little Maypole dance, with Clarence as the Maypole.
"Hold it!" yelled Perkins. "Go ahead and grab the camera, Dugan-I"m just aching to write the story. "Police Lieutenant Destroys Evidence of Police Brutality." "
"What do you want I should do, Lieutenant?" pleaded Dugan.
Dumbrosky looked disgusted. "Siddown and close your face. Don"t use that picture, Perkins-I"m warning you."
"Of what? Going to make me dance with Dugan? Come on, Pappy. Come on, Clarence." They left.
"OUR FAIR CITY" read the next day. "City Hall Starts Clean Up. While the city street cleaners were enjoying their usual siesta, Lieutenant Dumbrosky, acting on orders of Hizzoner"s office, raided our Third Avenue whirlwind. It went sour, as Patrolman Dugan could not entice the whirlwind into the paddy wagon. Dauntless Dugan was undeterred; he took a citizen standing nearby, one James Metcalfe, parking lot attendant, into custody as an accomplice of the whirlwind. An accomplice in what, Dugan didn"t say-everybody knows that an accomplice is something pretty awful. Lieutenant Dumbrosky questioned the accomplice. See cut. Lieutenant Dumbrosky weighs 215 pounds, without his shoes. The accomplice weighs 119.
"Moral: Don"t get underfoot when the police department is playing games with the wind.
"P. S. As we go to press, the whirlwind is still holding the 1898 museum piece. Stop by Third and Main and take a look. Better hurry-Dumbrosky is expected to make an arrest momentarily."
Pete"s column continued needling the administration the following day: "Those Missing Files. It is annoying to know that any doc.u.ment needed by the Grand Jury is sure to be mislaid before it can be introduced in evidence. We suggest that Kitten, our Third Avenue Whirlwind, be hired by the city as file clerk extraordinary and entrusted with any item which is likely to be needed later. She could take the special civil exam used to reward the faithful-the one n.o.body ever flunks.
"Indeed, why limit Kitten to a lowly clerical job? She is persistent-and she hangs on to what she gets. No one will argue that she is less qualified than some city officials we have had.
"Let"s run Kitten for Mayor! She"s an ideal candidate-she has the common touch, she doesn"t mind hurly-burly, she runs around in circles, she knows how to throw dirt, and the opposition can"t pin anything on her.
"As to the sort of Mayor she would make, there is an old story-Aesop told it-about King Log and King Stork. We"re fed up with King Stork; King Log would be welcome relief.
"Memo to Hizzoner-what did become of those Grand Avenue paving bids?
"P. S. Kitten still has the 1898 newspaper on exhibit. Stop by and see it before our police department figures out some way to intimidate a whirlwind."
Pete snagged Clarence and drifted down to the parking lot. The lot was fenced now; a man at a gate handed them two tickets but waved away their money. Inside he found a large circle chained off for Kitten and Pappy inside it. They pushed their way through the crowd to the old man. "Looks like you"re coining money, Pappy."
"Should be, but I"m not. They tried to close me up this morning, Pete. Wanted me to pay the $50-a-day circus-and-carnival fee and post a bond besides. So I quit charging for the tickets-but I"m keeping track of them. I"ll sue "em, by gee."
"You won"t collect, not in this town. Never mind, we"ll make "em squirm till they let up."
"That"s not all. They tried to capture Kitten this morning."
"Huh? Who? How?"
"The cops. They showed up with one of those blower machines used to ventilate manholes, rigged to run backwards and take a suction. The idea was to suck Kitten down into it, or anyhow to grab what she was carrying."
Pete whistled. "You should have called me."
"Wasn"t necessary. I warned Kitten and she stashed the Spanish-War paper someplace, then came back. She loved it. She went through that machine about six times, like a merry-go-round. She"d zip through and come out more full of pep than ever. Last time through she took Sergeant Yancel"s cap with her and it clogged the machine and ruined his cap. They got disgusted and left."
Pete chortled. "You still should have called me. Clarence should have gotten a picture of that."
"Got it," said Clarence.
"Huh? I didn"t know you were here this morning, Clarence."
"You didn"t ask me."
Pete looked at him. "Clarence, darling-the idea of a news picture is to print it, not to hide it in the art department."
"On your desk," said Clarence.
"Oh. Well, let"s move on to a less confusing subject. Pappy, I"d like to put up a big sign here."
"Why not? What do you want to say?"
"Kitten-for-Mayor-Whirlwind Campaign Headquarters. Stick a 24-sheet across the corner of the lot, where they can see it both ways. It fits in with-oh, oh! Company, girls!" He jerked his head toward the entrance.
Sergeant Yancel was back. "All right, all right!" he was saying. "Move on! Clear out of here." He and three cohorts were urging the spectators out of the lot. Pete went to him.
"What goes on, Yancel?"
Yancel looked around. "Oh, it"s you, huh? Well, you, too-we got to clear this place out. Emergency."
Pete looked back over his shoulder. "Better get Kitten out of the way, Pappy!" he called out. "Now, Clarence."
"Got it," said Clarence.
"Okay," Pete answered. "Now, Yancel, you might tell me what it is we just took a picture of, so we can t.i.tle it properly."
"Smart guy. You and your stooge had better scram if you don"t want your heads blown off. We"re setting up a bazooka."
"You"re setting up a what?" Pete looked toward the squad car, unbelievingly. Sure enough, two of the cops were unloading a bazooka. "Keep shooting, kid," he said to Clarence.
"Natch," said Clarence.
"And quit popping your bubble gum. Now, look, Yancel-I"m just a newsboy. What in the world is the idea?"
"Stick around and find out, wise guy." Yancel turned away. "Okay there! Start doing it-commence firing!"
One of the cops looked up. "At what, Sergeant?"
"I thought you used to be a marine-at the whirlwind, of course."
Pappy leaned over Pete"s shoulder. "What are they doing?"
"I"m beginning to get a glimmering. Pappy, keep Kitten out of range-I think they mean to put a rocket sh.e.l.l through her gizzard. It might bust up her dynamic stability or something."
"Kitten"s safe. I told her to hide. But this is crazy, Pete. They must be absolute, complete and teetotal nuts."
"Any law says a cop has to be sane to be on the force?"
"What whirlwind, Sergeant?" the bazooka man was asking. Yancel started to tell him, forcefully, then deflated when he realized that no whirlwind was available.
"You wait," he told him, and turned to Pappy. "You!" he yelled. "You chased away that whirlwind. Get it back here."
Pete took out his notebook. "This is interesting, Yancel. Is it your professional opinion that a whirlwind can be ordered around like a trained dog? Is that the official position of the police department?"
"I- No comment! You b.u.t.ton up, or I"ll run you in."
"By all means. But you have that Buck-Rogers cannon pointed so that, after the sh.e.l.l pa.s.ses through the whirlwind, if any, it should end up just about at the city hall. Is this a plot to a.s.sa.s.sinate Hizzoner?"
Yancel looked around suddenly, then let his gaze travel an imaginary trajectory.