Page 56 of Winter of the World (The Century 2)

He was elated. The payment was amazing, but he was more thrilled that the newspaper would use his photos. He followed the secretary's directions to a little room with a counter and a teller's window, and got his twenty bucks. Then he went home in a taxi.

His parents were delighted by his coup, and even his brother seemed pleased. Over dinner, Grandmama said: "As long as you don't consider journalism as a career. That would be lowering."

In fact Woody had been thinking that he might take up news photography instead of politics, and he was surprised to learn that his grandmother disapproved.

His mother smiled and said: "But, Ursula dear, I was a journalist."

"That's different, you're a girl," Grandmama replied. "Woodrow must become a man of distinction, like his father and grandfather before him."

Mother did not take offense at this. She was fond of Grandmama and listened with amused tolerance to her pronouncements of orthodoxy.

However, Chuck resented the traditional focus on the elder son. He said: "And what must I become, chopped liver?"

"Don't be vulgar, Charles," said Grandmama, having the last word as usual.

That night Woody lay awake a long time. He could hardly wait to see his photos in the paper. He felt the way he had as a kid on Christmas Eve: his longing for the morning kept him from sleep.

He thought about Joanne. She was wrong to think him too young. He was right for her. She liked him, they had a lot in common, and she had enjoyed the kiss. He still thought he might win her heart.

He fell asleep at last, and when he woke it was daylight. He put on a dressing gown over his pajamas and ran downstairs. Joe, the butler, always went out early to buy the newspapers, and they were already laid out on the side table in the breakfast room. Woody's parents were there, his father eating scrambled eggs, his mother sipping coffee.

Woody picked up the Sentinel. His work was on the front page.

But it was not what he expected.

They had used only one of his shots--the last. It showed a factory guard lying on the ground being kicked by two workers. The headline was: METAL STRIKERS RIOT.

"Oh, no!" he said.

He read the report with incredulity. It said that marchers had attempted to break into the factory and had been bravely repelled by the factory police, several of whom had suffered minor injuries. The behavior of the workers was condemned by the mayor, the chief of police, and Lev Peshkov. At the foot of the article, like an afterthought, union spokesman Brian Hall was quoted as denying the story and blaming the guards for the violence.

Woody put the newspaper in front of his mother. "I told Hoyle that the guards started the riot--and I gave him the pictures to prove it!" he said angrily. "Why would he print the opposite of the truth?"

"Because he's a conservative," she said.

"Newspapers are supposed to tell the truth!" Woody said, his voice rising with furious indignation. "They can't just make up lies!"

"Yes, they can," she said.

"But it's not fair!"

"Welcome to the real world," said his mother.

vi

Greg Peshkov and his father were in the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Washington, D.C., when they ran into Dave Rouzrokh.

Dave was wearing a white suit and a straw hat. He glared at them with hatred. Lev greeted him, but he turned away contemptuously without answering.

Greg knew why. Dave had been losing money all summer, because Roseroque Theatres was not able to get first-run hit movies. And Dave must have guessed that Lev was somehow responsible.

Last week Lev had offered Dave four million dollars for his movie houses--half the original bid--and Dave had again refused. "The price is dropping, Dave," Lev had warned him.

Now Greg said: "I wonder what he's doing here?"

"He's meeting with Sol Starr. He's going to ask why Sol won't give him good movies." Lev obviously knew all about it.

"What will Mr. Starr do?"

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