50th: Otto Boutin’s Night Watch — Speak and Squeak Softly

One day he sat on a park bench in Omaha, wondering whether to hitchhike East to make some money, or go farther West, to Santa Barbara, where the swimming is wonderful in October. Still un-decided, he picked up a copy of the World-Herald, discarded by someone, and saw a want ad asking for a printer. Obeying an impulse, he went down the hill to Thirteenth Street and stopped at the door of a printing shop.