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A A 6UMP OKI A PI ckle •}££ KIM T KIJOT' H0L£ ‘UXl .-<LLP' :^L IP You go Right* HOME AND GET BUSY WITH yODR'IO^BOME l WONT SAY r r - NOFF/N'! ' 1 AWW “MST LfW CmjuxtfSi WHfA) IS A. WOT UJHOLE ? - WHEW THE KNOT 15 ./see’|p a, KNOT IS WHOLE rnSRE AWT NO Knot HOLE-THAT'S SO IS It NOT ? - AW C-AiUAN YOURS GETTIN' MS niived up TooL , dsSWim. td-' FROM L. LINGER CITY U, S. A. what IS ALWAYS BEHIND TlME GUESS YouLl HANE To (juAiT Till To : MCHROu) v04*uslv to find out- Inconsiderate 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 SEND IN -Sofie mors CcOOfouei Folks! SA. SKINNY SHAMER/S 6000.Y department SHANER5 ,T EASY DRAWING LE550H5 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”