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He had started in Washington. He was a tennis champion in Washington and became a reporter on The Washington Times Herald, working for its formidable owner, Cissie Paterson. Cissie loved Bob. When he got a chance to come to New York to work for Hearst at a much bigger salary, she blessed him and said, “Go ahead. I can't afford to pay that much, but you're on your way.” They remained great friends.

One time Cissie had a great fight with her brother, Joe Paterson, who owned The New York News. Her other brother was Bertie McCormick of The Chicago Tribune. It was quite a family. She called up Considine and she said, “I want to put Joe down. I want to write a front-page story, answering an idiotic editorial of his. I'll tell you what I want to say. I can't write it, Bob. I want you to write it for me.” Bob said, “Of course I will.” He loved her. She had started him on his way. She said, “I've got to have it right away. I want it sent right down here. Get somebody on a train to bring it to me. I want it tomorrow.” So Bob dropped everything and wrote the editorial, which she loved. She ran it on the front page under her own name, of course.

The next afternoon, she called up and said, “It was great, Bob. You did just what I wanted. How much do I owe you?" Considine said, “Cissie, I wouldn't take any money from you. This was for love.” She said, “Don't be ridiculous. You're a newspaperman, and I don't get things for nothing. I ordered this from you, and I'm going to pay you.” Bob protested a little bit more, and finally Cissie, very angrily,