One afternoon last week the city editor of the New York Evening Post called a rewrite man, handed him a slip from the City News ticker. It was a brief bulletin of a fire in a building near Times Square. The rewrite man, Arthur McCullough, knew what to do. He thumbed through a reversed telephone directory (classified by address), called a number listed for the building. That telephone had been disconnected. At random he called another telephone in the same building. A man "with a voice that was both urbane and cheery" answered....
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