Radio Mirror (Nov 1936-Apr 1937)

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He nosed into every disreputable hole in Minneapolis, and emerged each time with a story. He spent hours in station-houses swapping yarns and philosophy with the men on duty. He knew the inside dope on everything that happened around town. He was present just after murders had been committed, and suicides. Once, on the fifth floor of a Minneapolis tenement, he even delivered a child. He swaggered a bit, naturally. In his youthful enthusiasm, as soon as he learned the power of the printed word, he felt as if he were one of the overlords of the town. But he was not too sophisticated, too cynical, to revere one man. His name was Jack Jensen. He was another reporter on the Tribune staff, a tall, blond Viking, about twenty-five years older than Floyd. He and Floyd roomed together. JENSEN was a fictional character come to ' life — the kind of reporter you read about in books. His ability to get a news story down on paper and make it live there amounted to genius. He never left Minneapolis, and he never took a desk job. He went out and got his stories and then wrote them. His average consumption of whiskey was two bottles a day, and he was never drunk. Before he knew Floyd he had acquired the habit of taking morphine, and cured himself of it. One of Floyd Gibbons' bitterest hatreds today is for the men who sell narcotics, and it all stems back to the night that Jensen described the agonies he endured when he was curing himself. Floyd says Jensen taught him how to read, and how to write by reading. Floyd had never liked school, and had always managed to do as little required reading as was humanly possible, but Jensen introduced him to glories of English literature he hadn't dreamed existed, and through them showed him how to be a better writer himself. They spent many hours together, talking, with a bottle on the table between them. Floyd never touched the bottle when he was with Jensen. "You're Irish," Jensen told him, "and you can't drink. I'm a Swede, and I can." Jensen died a year ago, in Minneapolis. Many a time, after he himself had left, Floyd tried to persuade his old friend to come to Chicago or New York and work on bigger papers, but Jensen always refused. And one of the biggest humiliations of Floyd's life came when he read Jensen's obituary. Of the man whom he considered a greater reporter than he'll ever be, the obituary said, "His claim to fame was that he once roomed with Floyd Gibbons." Even today, Floyd can't explain exactly why he left Minneapolis for Chicago. He didn't want to go. His friends were all in Minneapolis, he was happy there, and secure. Perhaps that was the trouble. He was too secure. Life had become too easy. He'd made good in his own home town, and he'd been well on the way to making good in Milwaukee — but who knew how well he could do in a big city like Chicago, where he had no friends and no acquaintances?