The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-09-09
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HOw.they 10 Business sn che british war
once.
According 10 the following description, given
by the B,la5h Army and Navy Register, the per-
sons employed In the War Office in London arc
not overasked -
"At the risk Of being considered tedious, we
Will give a sketch of life in the War Office be-
tween the hours Of ten and four. Let us enter the
room before us IL looks cool, and there Is a
screen in the corner which will ciiectually con
ceRl us, while We make our observations,
from the eyes Of the officials who sit at those
four square mahogany desks. II is just twenty
minutes past ten, so we may expect those
worthless Immediately. All here Is one. He
is n quiet old gentlemen, dressed in black, with
white neck tie; he hangs up his coat, hat, and
umbrella, takes his seat in an arm chair, and
gradually falls asleep. While we have been de-
scrbiDg him the other clerks have entered the
room, and are preparing for the arduous duties Of
the day. Another dun says young gentle
man, looking at the supeucription of a letter bo
has just taken from off his desk. 'Confeund the
man, this is the third letter 1 have received from
him in four days He puts down the note and
pours some water into the tumbler containing the
rosebud which peeps through his button hol'
when be is out Of office. lie yawns, sits de- ~
and lnzily glancos at the Times. '""'
'''I cay observes an individual VIII a no-.,
shoe pin placed in the centre Of hi~ scsrF 'od
Middle has gone TO sleep; dom vou flint ,ye
ought to wake him up and SCI a 90, ,be rsro, -
Mr.. Middle opens his eyes with a start miriam re-
Sgmeth,ng about 'lon' walk, and ills up form
which he signs anu sends TO the bead of the de-
p0rtmtnt by q U U.essenger, During the next hour
and half tb'rc is a dead silence in the room.
! All the gentlemen with the exception Of the
chief, who is doing over a minute paper, are
hard a. work At the Times. At last the young
possessor Of the rosebud riset from his desk with
| sigh of relief and yawns. Mr.. ftz-Twaddle,
| says the chief clerk, suddenly, don't you think
! YOU might try little indexngp An that's
rather good idea, replies has subordinate;
| seeing a way 10 kill time; give me the book ,
The book is given, and Fitz Twaddlc tries little
| iUdexing. He sOOns gets tired OF the occupation,
draws a Caicature of his chief on some blOtting-
paper, looks at the clock, and leisurcly puts on
/ his coat, rosebud, and hat. Going 20 post let
ter, he observed at the door Of the room. He
! pays his bosom friend Frank Nomnd n visit on
| his way TO the hall, and the two young gentlemen
! together leave for the Park. The individual with
the horseshoe sCarfpin now produces a dutch
oven and pork chop. Assisted by the other
clerk, who TejOices in a long beard and a rough
head of hair he cooks the meat at the official fire.
The banquet is then served on dirty towel. i
say, Viking, says he Of the horseshoe, Il think
| l shall bring Soyer.' Capital thing, sir when
| l was down in Warwickshire,' replies Vikings,
| Il found II Of great USE.
"The merits of Warwlckshire and the charms
! Of sporting are then discussed for an hour when
a messenger, holding paper in his hand enters
| the room. What do you want 2 is the abrupt
| inquiry Of Vikings 'Mr. BrOwnley, sir, says
can he have OBS, l64th Foot, 99i' No, he can't
nave IL until lucbudyb Iepllcs tue CleTk, ana tu6n
! continues an anecdote he has been relating-'so
the squire told him TO lie still, touched the marc
with the spur, and cleared the ditch like bird
= capital leap, the man with the horseshoe OBJ
se, YES but when was down in DevOnshre L
and he anecdote Of Vikings is trumped. Mr..
Fitz-TN addle now returns from his promenade.
He diyidA his afternoon into three portions the
first he dev, 'tes to holding leYees attended by
Frank Nomin,d, the second to yawning, and the
third TO a little indexing. Mr.. Vikings en-
ploy bis time in writing the Town Talk, for the
Bunkumyile Mcrctop and the gentleman in the
scarfpin, having nothing particular TO do, repe-
ruses the Times. The slnall hand of the clock
sluggishly moves towards four, and when IL
points to that hour the room is deserted"