Word: shannon
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...This is crazy change-of-the-pocket procedure . . . The United States housing program is in no respect self-liquidating. . . ." He slammed a book down on the well-table so hard it bounced into the lap of grinning Joseph Shannon of Missouri. "My 18-months-old baby will be lucky to live to see one of these contracts consummated...
Copyreader. Sitting in the slot of the Beaumont, Texas, Enterprise is a husky, blue-eyed, partly deaf Irishman named Carl Shannon, who left a good job as draftsman and designer in a Pittsburgh steel mill to become a newspaperman. After a turn in Pittsburgh he went to New York, landed a job as ship's news reporter by swearing he had been a ship's news reporter in Denver. From New York he went to Albany, then took to the road, working sometimes as reporter, sometimes as slot-&-rim man. He followed carnivals as pressagent, married a carnival...
...Carl Shannon's reporting days ended when he misquoted Jim Reed in the Kansas City Star and his city editor found out he was growing deaf. Two decades of tramping from one paper to another wound him up in the town of Harlingen, Texas, where Colonel S. P. Etheredge found him 20 years ago and hired him as telegraph editor for his Enterprise. Shannon stayed put for three years, then went to New Orleans. Five months later he wired Publisher Etheredge that he was tired of wandering, would rather live in Beaumont than any place on earth...
Nowadays Carl Shannon is the highest paid man on his paper, next to the editor-in-chief. He is neat, careful, dignified and exacting. He will pass no headline that begins or ends with a preposition, and to him all two-letter words are prepositions. He expects to spend the rest of his life on the Enterprise and says: "I'm too old to be changing jobs any more." His friends think he is older than the 57 years he confesses to, but admit that he might just look older...
Slim, weatherbeaten Shannon Davidson was the first rider to reach San Francisco. At a pipsqueak reception on Treasure Island he collected the only prize, $750, and headed for home. Day or two later other contestants began to clatter in. One ranch hand, lost, tethered his horse in front of the San Francisco Stock Exchange. All were stony broke...