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TTTE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. TUESDAY, MAY f>. 1f)1
The Dingbat Family
By Herriman
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An Engagement Ring Isn't an Engagement
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By Tom McNamara
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BUMP ON THIS HERE
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HEARD THAT HiS IDOL
WAS BACK ON THE JOB
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WHAT If ALWAYS
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By J. Swinnerton
a Voice
Copyright, 1913, International New* Serrica.
You MIGHT PUT A
LITTLE POISON IN
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jump in And
HEEP AMUSE
.THE KIDS* >
A ROMANS VOICE!
AND COVUNG OUT
OP Tlv BATCHELOR.
uncles flat ’
WHOD ^THOUGHT
IT OP HIM?
. I LL INVESTIGATE *
____________________
Inconsiderate
Men
F IRST the telephone rang;. Then
the buzzer buzzed. Then a
voice from the Inner office
called sharply for the little stenog
rapher. *
"You can all wait until Pro 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, “I get
so exasperated sometimes that I al
most explode! These men make .tip
awfully tired! Here I’ve been work
ing all the years that they’ve been
having a good time getting educate 1.
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 friends of his who enter
tained him on his trip! And In. eash
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 wai
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 wanted 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
he went through his mail. Then he
called me in to take his letters, and,
though I purposely let him know how
much work I had piled up, he gave me
half a dozen phone numbers to call
for him! And he sat there looking
j out of the window while I got his
numbers on the telephone! Oh, It
j makes me so angry I'd like to express
j myself from a public platform on th«
j wrongs of busy stenographers!”
The bookkeeper.listened sympathet-
5 ically. ”1 must own,” he said, “that
they're an inconsiderate bunch!”
“Inconsiderate!” cried the little
stenographer. "They do it on purpose
They’ve got E LSSe *fieir thick !H da
that they're knsine®* men, and 1 tey
can’t be bothered wit.i detail and 'he
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
i letters, but when a personal letter
j comes I’ll simply say, ‘I’m 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 work
to do!’ Then I’ll walk out to my
desk!
“When Mr. Brown calls me away
in the midst of an important lettes
to stand at his side while he leans
back in his swivel chair, so that I
may help him add up figures and
straightea out accounts, I’ll say, ’Mr,
Brown, I’m very busy to-day, and 1<
! you've nothing of importance to say
j 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 1
won’t have the courage to break uy
traditions and precedents.”
The Other Bide.
“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
ibis dally grind, will say: 1 wani
dinner early to-night,’ and you’ll hur
ry to get it. Between times you'll bs
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 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!"
ii v nuiiuiuuoc inineties wore
about lo sit down, when two men
along one of the corridors carry!
steaming caldron between them
"Aha!” cried the official, who
been lying in wait for them. “Put
kettle down and fetch me a spoor
One of the men brought a spoor
at the same time tried to say ■
thing, but was peremptorily told to
his tongue.
"D’yer call that soup?” at li
spluttered the official, as he swall
a heaped-up spoonful of the -tea
mess "It's more like dirtv water'
"But that's just wot. it is, sir'
swered the second man, timidlv '
have been scrubbin' down the table