It seemed ridiculous for "Happy" French, a photographer, to keep on working for Hearst's Seattle Post-Intelligencer. He had found a way to make three times the money in one-tenth the time. Anyway, he was tired of being chased out on all sorts of assignments by "them stupid bastards on the city desk." Said he: "I should be shooting eight-foot hollyhocks." So he walked into Managing Editor Ed Stone's office and quit. P-I staffers threw a party for him, and the management gave him a wrist watch. Even "them stupid bastards" were sorry to see...
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