William R. Hearst, who never touches liquor, had several men in important positions on his newspapers who were not strangers to intoxicants. Mr. Hearst has a habit of appearing at his office at unexpected times and summoning his chiefs of departments for instructions. One afternoon he sent for Mr. Blank.
“He hasn’t come down yet, sir,” reported the office boy.
“Please tell Mr. Dash I want to see him.”
“He hasn’t come down yet either.”
“Well, find Mr. Star or Mr. Sun or Mr. Moon—anybody; I want to see one of them at once.”
“Ain’t none of ‘em here yet, sir. You see there was a celebration last night and—”
Mr. Hearst sank back in his chair and remarked in his quiet way:
“For a man who don’t drink I think I suffer more from the effects of it than anybody in the world.”
