Two reporters, slightly acquainted with each other, met one day at a lunch counter. "You're not eating anything, Larkins," remarked one of the two, after they had exchanged a few commonplaces. "No," replied Larkins. "I am so worked up over the scoop I got thls morning on the Daily Cyclone fellow, about the bankruptcy of that big firm on Silver street, that I haven't any appetite. But you are not eating anything, either, Hawkins." "No," gloomily replied Hawkins. "I'm th9 the fellow you scooped."