cub reporter

One of the rites of passage for every young political reporter is to listen to the elders tell stories about campaigns past.

But, really, nobody must know that I am a mere society reporter on the Centerport Courier.

This matter of her mother being a society reporter, Jess feared, would cost them more in the end than it was worth to them.

His lordship would not intervene; he swore he hoped the cub would be flayed alive by Wilding.

The woman distrusts me and she has sent for this insolent cub lawyer—Washburn, his name is.

The boys noticed that one of the cubs was dark brown like the mother, while the other was a cinnamon cub.