An informal and amusing account of the author's experiences as a newspaper reporter on the Baltimore Herald in the early days of the century. He makes no attempt to stress partiorly vital happenings, but instead indulges in characteristic anecdotes of everyday experience. One gets a picture of Baltimore of the period, of politicians, journalists, str walkers, hack drivers, everything from the exclusive Maryland Club to the tenderloin saloons. Some sections have appeared in the New Yorker, but a good deal of it is new. It makes refreshing reading, in a time when other journalists write of war torn world.