Up in an office in the World Building, an older gentleman sits behind a desk reading the newspaper through a magnifying glass.
"'Trolley Strike Drags on for Third Week.' And this so-called headline drags on for infinity." Pulitzer retorts after reading the headline
"News is slow, Mr. Pulitzer. The trolley strike's all we've got." Benson explains
"Well, that's all Mr. William Randolph Hearst has too but look how he covers the strike. Look! Look!" He shoves the paper in Benson's face
"We'll get a new headline writer, sir."
"Steal Hearst's man. Offer him double."
"That's how he stole him from us. It's not the headlines, Chief. The circulation wars are cutting into our profits because you spend as much as you make trying to beat Hearst." Seitz buts in.
"Then we need to make more money. You do not penny-pinch when you're in a war, Seitz. Victory means everything. Now, when I created the world..."
Pulitzer cuts himself off when he hears loud cheering and yelling from outside his office, "What's that deafening noise."
Jonathan quickly looks out the window, "Just the newsies, sir. I'll go have them quieted."
He makes a break for the door, "Never mind the newsies. Where was I?"
Jonathan stops abruptly before he walks back as they continue their conversation.
"Creating the world, Chief."
"There's lots of money down there, gentlemen. I want to know how I can get more of it... by tonight." He trails off as he stood up to look outside the window.
