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Ninety Days Inside The Empire: A Novel by William Appleman Williams

Into the Dining Room

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Albert did not believe in wasted motion. He slapped a flat palm on the table.

"What about the name?"

Susan was long ready for that one. "That's up to the people at the meeting on Friday. Right now let's see what we are going to be working with."

She stood up, picked a sheet of mimeo paper from the sheaf and reached over in front of Elizabeth and slid the Underwood along the table to where she could use it. She folded the paper lengthwise, ran a pencil down the crease, and spun it into the machine. It took her about three minutes to run a sample page.

No Name News

Date

Vol. I No. 0

MEETINGS THIS WEEK

WHAT OUR CITY NEEDS

LETTERS

PEOPLE WE KNOW

NEWS FROM AUSTIN AND

WASHINGTON, D.C.

MEMORIES

NEGROES AND THE ELECTION

HOME HELP

Lee was now back in his chair, fist unclenched.

"Impressive, Mrs. Wye. But it is a lot of work between now and Friday."

Susan smiled at him as if they had gone to kindergarten together.

"It's got to be your newspaper. We're just trying to help get it started. Everybody here has to find people to write things and Cat and I'll do the chores. Later we can organize reporters and the other things and as soon as possible we'll just be readers."

There was no answer to that, and after Lette took charge of assigning the tasks to the troops, everyone finished their drinks and left. Most of the tension had drained away.