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THE ATLANTA CHORGIAN AND NEWS TUESDAY, MAY G. 191.1
The Dingbat Family '& If that Goose Had Honked!
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By Herriman
Polly and Her Pals An Engagement Ring Isn't an Engagement
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By Cliff Sterrett
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Us Boys You Can See Now Why There Was No Game Yesterday
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By Tom McNamara
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lesson i'll Tell PA To Tell ma she
LET HER DOLL SLEEP IN THE V
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Steep IN THE SDEAR BARREL, ILL TELL r -
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H.IS SUNDAY "SUPENDERS BESIDES 'Y&H
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Inconsiderate
Men
F IRST the telephone rang. Then
the buzzer buzzed. Then a
voice from the Inner office
called sharply for the little stenog-
j rapher.
1 "Yon can all wait until Tm good and
! ready.” announced the little stenog
rapher, decidedly, to the world In gen-
| eral.
After this declaration of independ
ence she hastily answered the phone,
then grabbed book and pencil and
| hurried into the inner office, pausing
an instant on the way to let the own
er of the Impatient voice know that
! she was engaged.
"I tell you,” she remarked to the
bookkeeper when she returned. *‘l g^t'
so exasperated sometimes that I al-,
most explode! These men make tip
awfully tired! Here I’ve been work - ’
Ing al! 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—with my desk piled
high with real work! And what do
you suppose that young Mr. Babcock
wanted? He calmly asked me to take
a few letters—personal thank you
letters—to friend* of his who enter
tained him on his trip! And in caon
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 10
fill in the hours.
He Was Lasy.
"Do you know what Mr. Brown was
so urgent about? He’s been calling
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 r 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
h is!
"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
he w r ent through his mVil. Then he
called me in to take his letters, and k
though I purposely let him know how
much wcrk I had piled up, he gave me
half a dozen phone numbers to call
for him! And he sat there looking
out of the window while I got his
numbers on the telephone! Oh, it
makes me so angry I’d like to express
myself from a public platform on th«
wrongs of busy stenographers!’’
The bookkeeper listened* sympathet*
ically. "I must own,’’ he said, "that
they’re an inconsiderate bunch!”
"Inconsiderate!” cried the littU
stenographer. "They do it on purpose
They’ve got it Into their thick heads
that they’re business, men. and the\
can’t be bothered with detail and tht
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 accept 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, Tm busy to
day.’ Then, when they ask me to
get some phone numbers, I’ll say,
‘I see you aren’t at all busy; would
you mind getting those numbers
yourself? I’ve a great deal of worU
to do!’ Then 1*11 walk out to mf
desk!
"When Mr. Brown calls me away
in the midst of an important lette#
tp stand at his side while he lean*
back in his swivel chair, so that t
may help him add up figures and
straighten out accounts. I'll say, ‘Mr.
Brown, I’m very tyusv to-day, and / f
you’ve nothing of importance to say
you’ll have to excuse me!’
"Oh. but won’t they be surprised!
The only trouble is that I’ve been m
slave for so long that Tm a.fraM I
won’t have the courage to break uj9
traditions and precedents.”
The Other Side.
YOU MIGHT PUT A
LITTLE POISON IN
IT Too!"
IS MT UNCLE
IN ?*
JUDGING FROM , ]
HER VOICE,SHES
. A PEACH • • J
‘HULLO. NEPHE*/
jump in And
HELP AMUSE
.THE KIDS! ^
A ROMANS VOICE 1
AND COMIN& OUT
O' FN BATCHELOR
Dr-CLEo Flat'
WHO D A THOUGHT
Mr. Jack Hears a Voice
Copyright, 1913, International News Service.
By J. Swinnerton
Then,” said the bookkeeper, mu. -
singly, "you’ll put on jmur hat ancj
go home, and the man who proposed
to you, eo you could be free from
inis dally grind, will say: 1 wan*
dinner early to-night,’ and yon’ll hur
ry to get it. Between time* you’ll b«
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 his
office he’ll be just like the rest of the
men!”
The little itenographer 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 fir-
me! ”
along one of the corridors carrvin
steaming caldron between them
"Aha; ' cried the official, who
been lying in wait for them. "Put
kettle down and fetch me a spoon’
One of the men brought a spoon'
at the same time tried to say so
thing, but was peremptorily told to
his tongue.
“P’yer call that soup?" at Jot
spluttered the official, as he swallo
a heaped-up spoonful of the stean
mess rt R more like dirty water "
But that s just Wot it fg. s f r >■
swei-ed the second man. timidly ’ ’
have been scrubhin down the tables