Cochran, the head of the copy desk, was talking—a shriveled little man with a bald face and shoe-button eyes.
Being on the copy desk once in a while was giving him the big head, Chub said.
Pencilling a few minor corrections, he shot it to the copy desk.
Spearing the story she had just written on the copy desk spindle, she followed the reporter to the parking lot.
Whitey, though, didn't even have to consult the copy desk or the clippin' bureau.