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The Manicure
Lady ,
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
((T JUST wish I knew how to advise
I Sister Mayme about getting mar
ried, George," said the Manicure
Lady. "The poor girl Is up In the air
a mile, and ha* come to me often of
late for that sisterly counsel which no
younger sister should be without. I
just don’t know what to tell her about
the young man that she la thinking of
making her sparring partner for life.
It is one of the most delicate positions
in which I have ever been placed In."
"I wouldn’t advise nobody about get
ting married," declared the Head Bar
ber. "It Is hard enough to frame up a
happy scheme for oneself without trying
to coach other people. I Just happened
to strike It lucky when I got married,
and I am so busy thanking the stars
ever since that I ain't got any time to
tell other couples whether they should
take the leap or not.”
T o Use Trying.
“I feel kind of that way myself,” said
the Manicure Lady. “You see, George,
Mayme has brought the subject up so
often it Is hard for me to show any ln-
diffidence or whatever they call It when
you act cool and don’t care. • And I
have saw her young man several times,
s and the worst of It Is I can’t seem to
like him the way a sister-in-law ought
to like the gent which marries her sis
ter. He is a kind of a Joe, no matter
how I try to think better of him, and
goodness knows, George, there ain’t no
use of me trying to like a man which
has water on the brain. I have met too
many wise Ikes for that. It’s all right
to talk about lips that touch liquor shall
never touch mine, but I would rather
marry a rummy than a fathead, though
there ain’t a awful lot of choice at that.”
“Is he a good looker?’’ asked the
Head Barber. **If he is tall and slender.
It won’t be no use for you to knock
him to your sister. If a girl happens to
fall In love with a fat man. it is easy
for some third party to differ her, be
cause a fat man’s hold on any girl’s
affection is about as tight as dry sand;
but if he is a slim, romantic cuss like
them knights of old, he could climb
twenty porches in a week and kill a few
owners in doing so, and still hold the
love of the girl he wanted.’’
“M&yme’s beau Is tall and slim
enough,” replied the Manicure Lady,
"even to his head, which is about as far
between the ears as the distance in the
alphabet from ‘a’ to ‘b.’ His clothes
fits him fine because they don’t touch
him nowhere to speak of and don’t need
much pressing the way his suit with
Mayme needs. But he ain’t Intellectual,
George, and there’s no use of Mayme
trying to say he is.
• Not Intellectual.
, “I was entertaining him a few min
utes the other night when Mayme was
powdering her nose, and when 1 tried
to talk about all of them old Greek
gods of ancient times, like Pluto and
Venus and Daniel In the lion’s den, he
was so thick that he didn’t seem to
know what I was talking about at all
All he wanted to talk about was how
Montgomery was sure to win the pen
nant.
“You see what I mean. George? A
gent that ain’t Intellectual is sure to be
a poor husband for a girl like Maym«
or me. Gents that ain’t intellectual is
all right for husbands when the sun is
shining, and they can take you out to
],akewood or somewhere, but when it is
raining or dark so you can’t go nowhere,
and you have to set all tne evening
with a husband that don't know who
discovered the Pyramids, then marriage
ain’t no good for nobody.”
Now It's a Tango Garter
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Silken Shield to Stocking
The Girl and Her
Mother
It It Not the Girl Who Is Friendly With
Her Mother Who Goes Wrong
to refresh herself, and this not only in
big cthings, but In little ones.
Fow mothers have this comprehen
sion! of their daughters. They might
sympathize about a ruined dress, for
clothes are a common level on which all
wooden meet, but when it comes to lit
tle things In which the mother has no
personal interest, the girl who expects
sympathy of her mother generally asks
for bread and Is given a stone. In the
majority of cases a mother’s sympathy
narrows down to purely personal tastes,
and when you hear a woman lamenting
that her Mary is “queer’’ or her Sally
such a “disapointment,” ninety-nine
times out of a hundred it is merely a
case of Mary or Sally wanting to do
something that her mother never wanted
to do.
Critic on the Hearth.
Another bar between mothers and
daughters is that the mother so often
allows herself to be nothing but the
critic on the hearth, and keeps herself
In a sternly disapproving attitude that
frlghlens away every confidence as com-
letely as a scarecrow does timid birds.
If there ever was a time when she was
silly and giggling she has forgetten it.
If there ever was a time when she
thouj^it It a triumph to adorn herself in
seven*een secret fraternity pins and
wear college colors, and considered it
madly faclnating to have (Allow youths
write • their names 1 - on her fan, she ig
nores'it.
Now the girl is miserably conscious
that she and her friends fall far below
that exalted standard. She knows her
mother despises them accordingly, and
she pnotects herself as best she can by
silence, and by keeping her chums, male
and female, out of her mother’s sight.
It's no* wonder that the girl who knows
that her mother Is going to ridicule her
friends meets them elsewhere than In
her owmhome. It’s the mother with the
chronic "don’t” habit who drives her
daughters into actual wrongdoing.
Another potent cause of friction be
tween mothers and daughters is in the
inability of mothers to realize that their
daughters are grown and have the
rights of grown people. There is, ap
parently. no other thing so impossible
as for parents to see that their adult
children resent being treated like babies.
Sometimes a father rises to the height
of grafting his son liberty to do as he
pleases, but as long as a girl remains
at horrae her mother considers she has a
perfect! right to dictate to her about her
clothes*, what she shall eat, and think,
and believe, and how she shall breathe.
There is nothing new In these sug
gestions. Almost every mother's daugh
ter of us has had a good mother, who
would'have died for us—and who rubbed
us continually the wrong way. We
remerrtber how she worked for us, and
sacrificed for us, and how she bossed
us, and the wonder of it all Is that,
having been through it all, and know
ing just how a girl felt, we should be
passing the same kind of blundering
affection on to our own daughters.
The Tango Garter is a frou-frou of silken fringe, designed to
supplant the petticoat under th e Tango walking skirt.
T HE Tango garter comes in
the wake of the Tango
skirt. It is to supplant the
petticoat entirely. It consists of
a foot-wide fringe of any color to
match the slit-up frock with
which it is worn. It Is fastened
to a covered elastic band fitting
snugly below the knee—the knee
that belongs to the right or
“walking foot”—so that when
the Tango walking skirt opens
uf> the stocking doesn’t show,
but a frou frou of silken fringe
which, as the French say, gives
a "seal’’ to the effect.
The Tango garter was invent
ed by an American tailor, A. M.
Grean, who founded the Ameri
can Tailors and Dressmakers’
Association. Grean has been
asked by a great Parisian dress
maker to sell the French rights
for the garter.
By DOROTHY DIX.
T HERE is no other human relation
ship that should be so close as
that between mother and daugh
ter. Every step that the girl must
tread the mother has already trodden
before her; every experience that the
girl must undergo the mother has al
ready known; every Impulse that stirs
the girl’s heart the mother has already
felt. And c e woukl think that out of
this very ur inimity of sex, and blood,
and knowleoge, and experience there
would grovf a sympathy and affection
that would be the strongest tie on
earth.
This Is far enough from being the
ease. There Is no other girl alive with
whom the average woman feels so un
acquainted as with her own daughter,
and there is no other woman In the en
tire universe to whom the girl could not
easier open her heart than to her own
mother.
No one will deny the truth of this
assertion, or question that this es
trangement between mothers and
daughters offers a grave problem for the
consideration of parents. For one thing,
it robs the tw'o women of the sweetest,
the most unselfish, and the purest love
they can ever know; and, for another,
It deprives the girl of the protection and
guidance that would prevent many a
young creature from making a ship
wreck of her life.
It is not the girl who Is friends with
her mother and who tells her what she
thinks who goes wrong; it is the girl
who goes to fortune-tellers for advice,
who confides her heart secrets to
strangers, who meets on the streets
men of whom her mother never heard,
and who finds every place more home
like than her own home, who furnishes
the skeleton for so many family closets.
Many reasons may be given for this
unfortunate state of affairs, the most
obvious of which is that we put too
much stress on what we call natural af
fection. We do not love people simply
because they are kin to us; we love
them because they are congenial to us
and because they do something to make
us love them. It is said that blood is
thicker than water, hut it is often also
sourer than vinegar, and there are no
other people that so set our teeth on
edge as the uncongenial people of our
own family, to whom we are bound by
the ties of relationship.
| Some Better Claim.
No girl ever yet whispered her shy lit-
le secrets to her mother because her
mother had a right to know what she
thought and felt; no girl was ever com
panionable with her mother because she
owed her mother some return for years
of care and service. The woman who
wants to be her daughter’s best friend
has to establish some better claim upon
the girl’s affection than that.
She has to make the girl feel that her
love and sympathy are an unfailing
fountain, to which she can always turn
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^•pvEEN working:?”
r“S “In a sense,” he answered
carefully, "yes.”
“You’ve just come from a race
meeting?” she challenged.
“Them bright eyes of yours,” he
said with a waggish nod of the head,
“can see through anything.”
“They can see through you, any
way. What do you mean by it?
What’s your idea? I told you as dis
tinctly as I could speak that if you
wanter to be off on one of those silly
old trips you'd got to ask me first.
Now. why didn’t you get my permis
sion, Mr. Nicholls?”
“I’ll tell you,” he replied. “It was
simply because I knowed quite well
you wouldn't give it.”
“Did you back anything?” He gave
an affirmative nod. "And,” Miss Cave
sighed, “you haven’t got any better
sense—you, a man like you, with a
very tidy agency that brings In good
J money- no better sense than go
squandering it on a game like this.
It isn’t as though you knew anything
about it. I saw you once on a horse
before you were married to your first
wife, and I never laughed so much in
the whole course of my existence.”
“There seems to be some slight mis
understanding,” said Mr. Nicholls,
• helping himself to a scone. “I’m not
a jockey. I’m not one of those cheap
* sports that sit on the ponies. The
part I play is keeping my two eyes
well open and now and again putting
on a modest dollar, or sometimes as
much as a five spot.’’
“And you generally lose.”
“1 generally lose, as you say.”
“How much have you lost to-day?”
Very Plesaed.
“To-day,” he said, making a mental
calculation, “allowing for the expense
of railway fare and a little refresh
ment in the shape of lunch that I
sh’d have had even if I stayed at
home, I found myself five dollars to
the good. I bought this bracelet for
you.”
“William,” she cried, accepting the
gift, “I do believe I’m scarcely ever
out of your thought.”
The shop was not well adapted for
suitable expression of thanks; more
than once, on previous occasions, a
child’s comment from the outside of
the window had alarmed the two.
Miss Cave fixed the bracelet around
her wrist, dr« w back r 4 • e a lit
tle, the better to judge the effect.
They were both of an age that has
left delicate sentiment far behind, and
she had no compunction in asking how
much had been paid for the article,
and he, in furnishing particulars, had
no hesitation in doubling the amount.
A boy entered and examined, in a
disparaging way, the stock of rock
cakes.
“All the same, William,” said Miss
Cave, speaking in a low' manner of
gentle reproach, “I don’t take back
anything 1 said. I was going to call
you double-dealing, and double-deal
ing is the term I must apply to you.”
“Two faces are better than one.”
“It isn’t a matter to make a joke
about.”
“Lady friends come to me and men
tion what they know about your go
ings on ”
“I’ll lay a dollar,” he interrupted
with spirit, “that they don’t restrict
themselves to what they know. I’ll
be bound what they don’t know they
make up.”
“And some of them are aware of
what you promised your poor wife
the last Sunday she was in the Met
ropolitan Hospital. She said, poor
creature, ‘William, promise me you’ll
never bet again,’ and you gave your
word. And she said, ’William, prom
ise me you’ll never drink again,’ and
you gave your word.”
"If the nurse hadn’t come up and
told me it was time to go, Mrs. Nich
olls would have asked me to promise
never to eat again. You’ve got .0
make some allowance for the pecul
iarities of the situation. I should have
promised, her anything in the circum
stances, and 1 should have felt my
self justified in so doing." He slapped
at the counter to give added force ;o
his argument. “I’d much rather we
didn’t discuss the matter, you and me,
Clara; otherwise, we shall come to
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words, in which case we are likely to
both say a lot more than what w’e
mean. I was nagged at quite enough,
I assure you, in my first wife’s time,
and I don’t want any more. What
ever appetite I had for that kind of
sport is satisfied.”
“Her unmarried sister was in here
yesterday.”
“Her sister was born unmarried,”
said Mr. Nicholls, violently, “and If
she don’t look out, she’ll be unmar
ried to the end. I’ve never seen her,
and I jolly well don’t want to, but "
“Keep cool,” ordered Miss Cave.
• She was telling me something I
didn’t properly realize before. Ap
parently, as you were coming out of
the ward, your poor wife called you
back and she said, ‘William, if you
don’t keep your vow, 1 shall haunt you
till the last day of your life.’ Is that
a fact?”
“She was a great reader.’’ he ex
plained, uneasily, “and she used to
stuff more into her noodle than her
brain w’ould properly hold. What
struck m£ at the time was that she
was Just saying a bit she had learnt
out of some magazine or book, or
what not.”
“She did say It, then?”
“Never Haunted Me.’’
"Words something to that effect.
But if it’s any gratification to you
or to that unmarried sister—I don’t
know what else to call her, or I’d give
her a name—why, the poor soul, as
a matter of fact, never has haunted
me, and if she did 1 shouldn’t take
no special notice.” He moved to the
doorway.
“Where are you going off to, Wil
liam?”
“I am going,” he replied, deliberate
ly, “along to my club, where I can
meet gentlemen of my own set and
indulge in a little common sense con
versation. Good evening, Clara, and
take care of yourself.”
“Seems ratty about something,” she
remarked to herself in a puzzled way
when he had gone. “Wonder what I
can have said to upset him.”
Trade proved brisk that evening,
and the girl who, after school hours
assisted Miss Cave with household
tasks, and was being trained by her
! with great severity, had the honor
; more than once of being called into
| the shop to assist in serving custom
ers. At 8 o’clock Miss Harrison, sis-
j ter of the first Mrs. Nicholls, arrived,
: carrying a cardboard box, and the two
; kissed each other with the warmth
and effusiveness that comes with la
dies in the early stag* s of friend-
! ship.
“Rosie,” sc id Miss Cave from the
! back room, using the imperative tones
notoriously indispensible in addressing
. slaves, “come here this minute and
look after the counter while I’m be
ing fitted. If there’s anything in
quired for that you don’t know the
price of, ask me. But be careful how
you open this door, because I shall
have 10 take my blouse off, and I
wouldn’t allow anyone to catch sight
of my bare arms .for worlds.”
“Not even Mr. Nicholls, miss?”
“Certainly not,” she said, decisive
ly. “Mr. Nicholls would he shocked.
Now, my dear.” to the dressmaker,
“let’s make a start.”
The bodice, it appeared, fitted Miss
Cave admirably; the skirt proved a
trifle long, a fault that Miss Harri
son declared easy to remedy. Miss
Harrison spoke of the awkward fig
ures she sometimes had to deal with,
and Miss Cave, admitting plumpness,
expressed a hope she would never be
come stout, mentioned that her habit
of worrying over trifling matters
would probably prevent her from go
ing beyond eleven stone six. The
dressmaker inquired whether any spe
cial topic was affecting her customer,
and Miss Cave, resuming her blouse
and accepting help with hooks and
eyes at the back which she heraelt
could only reach by an-effort in gym
nastics. spoke of the recent call from
Mr. Nicholls, gave the conversation
word for word, and declared gener
ously that she would give $250,000 to
anyone who could persuade the gen
tleman to give up the hobby of back
ing horses.
‘Tf your sister could come fb life
again,” said Miss Cave, “she’d give
him a good, sound talking to on the
subject.” The dressmaker was re
placing the tacked garments in the
cardboard box, and the flourish of
tissue paper interfered with the re
mark; Miss Cave repeated it. “If 1
could only get that anxiety off my
mind,” she added, tearfully, “I do be
lieve I sh’d be as happy as the days
are long."
“Wish I could help you,” said the
dressmaker. "Would it be any use me
talking to him?”
“Not the slightest,” declared Miss
Cave. “If I, with all my experience,
can’t persuade him, I’m jolly well cer
tain that you, with no experience at
all ”
Rosie looked in to ask whether such
an article was in stock as a pound of
wedding cake; a little boy was inquir
ing. As the girl closed the door Mi*s
Cave turned suddenly to her visitor.
"You could help,” she cried. "You 1
could do me a very great service if I
you didn’t mind taking trouble.”
“I’m only too ready to oblige, but j
you must tell me what to do."
“Would you object to putting some
powder on your face?"
“I often use a little,” admitted Miss
Harrison, "when I’m going out any
where special."
Miss Cave told Rosie to keep a
sharp outlook for Mr. Nicholls on his
return from the club and to call td
him in a ladylike way, inviting his
presence in the shop; a double knock
on the door of the back room would
be taken as a signal that he had ar
rived. Any failure on the part of
Rosie was to be met with insfant dis
missal from the service. In the room
Miss Cave busied herself, and the
docile Miss Harrison allowed her hat
to be taken off and submitted to a
slight whitening of the hair. When
all seemed ready, the lamp wav turned
down, and Miss Harrison was coached
in the- few words she had to say.
“I’m awfully nervous,” she men
tioned.
“Not half so bad as he’ll be.” proph
esied* Miss Cave. "He’ll have had a
glass or two, and we’ll give him such
a frlgjht.’*
The girl’s voice was heafcrd raised to
the pitch necessary to arrest a passer
by. Miss Cave again turned down the
oil lamp.
“A ,hollow voice, mind," she whis
pered. warningly—“as hollow as you
can make it.”
Mr. *Nicho!ls, in improved temper,
demanded cheerily to know whether
assistunce was required in putting up
the siiutters. He mentioned it was
the rarest piece of luck that he hap
pened* to visit the club, for a visitor
there'who had an uncle, a railway
porter at Doncaster, had given him
private and particular information
concerning a horse that would prove
invaluable on the morrow.
“Just step into the back room,”
begged Miss Cave, earnestly. “There
is someone there asking for you, and
I cant make out for the life of me
who or what she is.” She trembled.
"Looks* to me more like a ghost than
anything else, only of course there are
no siDch things nowadays.”
Mr. Nicholls, with a frown of per
plexity, went to the door. Miss Cave
ordered Rosie to go to the ham and
beef shop and make purchases for
supper; she repressed the girl’s cu
riosity* and hastened departure by
taking* her by the shoulder,
“WitWam,” said the lady seated in
the gfryom at the table.
“Hullo.” cried Mr. Nicholls, sur
prised^. “What on earth are you do
ing here?”
“I’ve come back to earth in order
to repeat a warning I gave you once.
You promised me you'd jiever bet;
you promised me you’d never ”
“Befiore we enter upon any argu
ment,” he interrupted, “let's have a
good kiss.”
Miss Harrison gave an ejaculation
of dismay in her natural voice, but
this wan partially smothered by the
resolute hug offered to her. Miss
Cave, greatly distressed, ran in and
endeavored to turn up the lamp. The
screw declined at first to act upon
the wick, and by the time it did con
sent to perform its duty Miss Harri
son was accepting the kisses given
and showing a resignation of manner
that Miss Cave described, so soon as
Mr. Nlaholls had gone, as perfectly
scandalous.
“Why ever didn’t you scratch his
face, you hussy, you?” she demanded
heatedly of her fellow conspirator.
“To tell you the truth," said Miss
Harrison, wiping off the powder where
it had not already been removed, “to
tell ydii' the truth, it was my first ex
perience, and I—I rather liked It.”
Here Are the Winners in
“The Triple Tie” Contest
List of the Prize Winners
First Prize—$100.
Mrs. Lucie G. Thurman, No. 375 S. Boulevard, Atlanta, Ga.
Second Prize—$50.
Carl Pickett, P. O. Box 1687, Atlanta, Ga.
Third Prize—$25.
Miss Lillian Lucile Harden, Oak Street, Decatur, Ga.
Fourth Prize—$15.
Mrs. M. K. Maynard, San Bias, Bay County, Fla.
Fifth Prize—$5.
William McJay, No. 631 Piedmont Ave., Atlanta, Ga.
Sixth Prize—$5.
Frederic Lee, No. 368 S. Pryor Street, Atlanta, Ga.
Seventh Prize—$5.
Miss Martha Speer, Mansfield, Ga.
Eighth Prize—$5.
Miss Irene Leben, Eastman, Ga.
Ninth Prize—$5.
A. B. Schachte, No. 200 King Street, Charleston, S. C.
Tenth Prize—$5.
R. B. Hill, No. 855 West Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga.
Eleventh Prize—$5.
H. G. Foard, No. 736 DeKalb Avenue, Atlanta, Ga.
Twelfth Prize—$5.
Miss Bess Foster, No. 47 W. Washington St., Newnan, Ga.
Thirteenth Prize—$5.
Mrs. B. 0. Branyon, No. 311 Simpson St., Atlanta, Ga.
Fourteenth Prize—$5.
Miss B. M. Gwyn, Box 84, Danielsville, Ga.
Fifteenth Prize—$5.
David Dickey, Beachton, Ga.
Sixteentli Prize—$5.
Miss Zella Parrish, Valdosta, Ga.
Things Worth Remembering
Mrs. Lucie G. Thurman, of At
lanta, Is Awarded First Prize
for Clever Solution.
A FTER considering each manu
script entered in “The Triple
Tie” contest, the judge? to-day
announce the winners. Every contri
bution was given careful considera
tion and it was no small task to pick
sixteen manuscripts which, in the
opinion of the judges, were entitled tc
prizes.
The judges were;
OTIS WITHERSPOON,
L. D. HICKS and H. L. CARDOZA.
There were four main prizes and
then twelve prizes of $5 each, the
contest aggregating $250.
First prize of $100 goes to Mrs*.
Lucie G. Thurman, No. 375 South
Boulevard, Atlanta; second prize of
$50 goes to Carl Pickett, Postoffice
Box 1687, Atlanta; third prize of $25
goes to Miss Lillian Lucile Harden.
Oak street, Decatur, Ga., while fourth
prize of $15 is awarded to Mrs. M. K
Maynard, San Bias, Bay County.
Florida.
Miss Harden, winner of third prize,
is only 15 years of age.
Points Considered.
Originality, literary value and an
alytical clearness were the points
considered by the judges in awarding
prizes. Contributors were told that it
was not a guessing contest. A well-
written, logical explanation of the
mystery contained in Mr. Mitchell’s
absorbing story was all that was
wanted. A good many contestant
lost sight of this and merely sent in
possible answers to the five problems
set forth in the original annouhee-
ment of the contest.
Quite a few answers were received
after the time limit had expired. None
of these was considered by the
judges.
The great majority of manuscripts
were received from women readers of
The Georgian. Some of these con
testant? frankly admitted they knew
little about the game of baseball and
they made little or no attempt at de
scribing Gordon Kelly’s spectacular
appearance on the diamond in the
ninth inning of the deciding game.
They made much of love scenes be
tween Kelly and Mildred, however.
Ingenious Suggestions.
Several ingenious plans were sug
gested for Gordon’s rescue from trie
mountaineers, and some remarkable
explanations were given of how that
young man learned to play champion
baseball. One contestant ?nid he had
a moving picture machine which
showed views of a previous cham
pionship series and by studying the
action of the players he was enabled
to gather all the knowledge of the
game he wanted.
One lady who sent in a manuscript
from Houston, Tex., said she had
never seen but one game of ball in
her life. That, however, did not deter
her from making an excellent effort
to solve the mystery surrounding
Gordon Kelly.
Very few of the contestants per
mitted Kelly to st ore a home run on
the first ball pitched to him by Walsh.
Most of them had the umpire call ai
least two strikes before he knocked
the “homer.” A good many had him
scoring three men and being himself
held up at third for a slide in later in
the game.
To Print Story.
The contest proved very conclu
sively that the story of "The Triple
Tie” was immensely popular and that
the career of Gordon Kelly wa? fol
lowed closely by readers of the maga
zine page.
The manuscript w'hioh won first
prize will be printed on the magazine
page of The Georgian on Tuesday.
Brief but Neat
During the journey of a royal train
from Balmoral to Windsor the ordi
nary passenger traffic was very much
disorganized, and express trains were
suddenly “drawn up.” to the no small
annoyance of commercial men and
others who could truly say that with
them “time was money.” An express
train between Perth and Aberdeen
was a great sufferer in this respect,
and a certain commercial traveler was
quite boisterous In his denunciation
of the frequent stops. At last, when
he had tired his fellow-passengers
with his grumbling, he flopped down
the window and shouted: “Guard!
I say, guard ! ”
“Yes. sir?” answered the official ad
dressed, approaching the compart
ment.
"Oh, guard, this is simply disgust
ing! Why all these stops? What’s
up, man, what’s up?” said the com
mercial, in bantering tones.
The guard's reply was brief, neat
and certainly to the point, for he
simply answered:
“The signal.”
The “commercial’s” window was
closed with a bang.
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