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"GOOD AFTERNOON, Mr. Williams. " The managing editor of the Washington _Tribune_ twisted about in his revolving-chair, and his frown changed into a smile of welcome at sight of his society editor standing in the doorway, a roll of soiled copy clutched in one hand, while a much blue-penciled daily newspaper dangled from the other.
"Come in, Miss Deane," he said, pointing toward a chair by his desk. "How are you feeling today after last night's gayety at the White House?"