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Men
F IRST the telephone rang. Then
the buzzer buzzed. Then a
voice from the Inner office
' - ailed sharply for the little stenog-
j rapher.
“You can all wait until I’m good and
announced the little stenow-
ready,”
rapher, decidedly, to the world In gen-
i eral.
After this declaiatfon of !ndeoe»3-
I en**e she hastily answered the phone,
then grabbed book and pencil and
i hurried into the Inner office, pausine
an instant on the way to let the own
. er of the Impatient voice know that
I she was engaged.
“I tell you,” she remarked to the
bookkeeper when she returned. “I get
»o exasperated sometimes that I al-
I most explode! These men make me
awfully tired! Here I’ve been work
ing .all the years that they’ve been
having a good time getting educate !.
Then they come into the office, and.
after selecting the lightest window
and the most comfortable chair, they
think they’re busy!
"Here I am—tvith my desk plied
high with real work! And what do
you suppose that young Mr. Babco -k
wanted? He calmly asked me to take
a few letters—personal thank you
letters—to friends of his who enter
tained him on his trip! And in earn
one he excused himself for using a
stenographer on the ground that he
was so pressed for time! Pressed for
time! Why, he doesn’t know how to
fill in the hours.
He Was Lazy.
‘Do you know what Mr. Brown was
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Folks!
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SKINNY SHAMER/S
6000.Y department
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NO. 10.
By J. Swinnerton
: so urgent about? He's been calling
I out here for ten minutes, while I was
! engaged, and I thought it couldn’t be
! anything less than drawing up a con
tract! But there he sat, looking over
his last month’s personal account, and
he was too lazy to think for himself!
He w'anted me to stand there beside
him and go through the things with
him—because, as he said, two heads
are better than one! What he might
have said. If he’d been strictly truth
ful. is that my head is better than
his!
"This morning Mr. Gray came
strolling in an hour after things had
begun, and he sat down and read a
newspaper and smoked a. cigar before,
i he went through his mail. Then he
; called me in to take his letters, and,
i though I purposely let him know' how
much werk I had pileij. up. he gave me
half a dozen phone numbers to call
for him! And he sat there looking
out of the window while T got his
numbers on the telephone! Oh, it
makes me so angry I’d like to express
myself from a public platform on the
wrongs of busy stenographers!”
The bookkeeper listened sympathet
ically. “I must own,” he ^aid, "that
they’re an inconsiderate bunch!”
“Inconsiderate!” cried the little
stenographer. "They do it on purpose.
They’ve got it into their thick heads
that they’re business men, and they
can’t be bothered with detail and the
little things. They're such big men!
Their time is awfully valuable and
mustn't be wasted!
"Do you know' what I’m going to do
some time? I’m going to acce*pt a
proposal of marriage. That’ll make
me free to do as I please. Then I’m
coming down to the office the same
as usual. When the buzzer buzzes
I’ll go in, and I’ll take the business
letters, but when a personal letter
comes I’ll simply say, ‘I’m busy to
day.’ Then, w r hen they ask me to
get some phone numbers. I’ll say.
‘I see you aren’t at all busy; wtmld
you mind getting those numbers
yourself? I’ve a great deal of work
to do!’ Then I’ll walk out to my
desk!
.“When Mr. Brown calls me away
in the midst of an Important letter
to stand at his side while he leans
back in his swivel chair, so that I
may help him add up figures and
straighten out accounts, I’ll say. ‘Mr.
Brown. I’m very busy to-day, and 1f
you’ve nothing of importance to sa.y
you’ll have to excuse me!’
"Oh, but won’t they be surprised?
The only trouble is that I've been •
slave for so long that I’m afraid I
won’t have the courage to break up
traditions and precedents.”
The Other Side.
“Then,” said the bookkeeper, mu
singly, “you’ll put on your hat and
go home, and the man who proposed
to you, so you could be free from
this dally grind, will say: ‘I want
dinner early to-night,’ and you’ll hur
ry to get it. Between times you'll be
mending and darning and dusting,
to make him comfortable: and he'll
call you, and you’ll come running to
hear what he’s got to say. And you’ll
go on training him to expect that sort
of service, so when he goes to hi*
office he'll be just like the rest of the
The little stenographer listened
fascinated. "Why, that’s so!” she ex
claimed. She paused and thought it
over. “But I guess I’ll try it any
way,” she announced, “because i'll
dare to say-, 'I won’t for he can’t fire
me!"
The Bitter Bit.
The workhouse inmates were just
about to sit down, when two men uairiF
along one of the corridors parrying a
steaming caldron between thsj^
“Aha!” cried the official, who
been lying in wait for them. ‘T'uT TTitrt
kettle, down and fetch me a spoon!”
One of the men brought a spoon and
.t the .same time tried to sav some
thing. but was peremptorily told to hold
his tongue.
“D yer call that soup?” at length
spluttered the official, as he swallowed
a heaped-up spoonful of the steaming
mess. “It’s more like dirty water.”
"But that’s just wot it is. sir,” an
swered the second man. timidly, “we
have been acrubbin’ down the tableal”