The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-08-13
Lecture on Ticket Agents and Hotel
Clerks.


Clerks.
Colonel Forney, in the Progress
reads letter to ticket agents which
should be appreciated and endorsed
by the public. He says: Nearly all
of US have growled at what we con
slider downright impudence of ticket
sellers at railroad stations, in theater
box Offices and hotel clerks. These
ladies and gentlemen-for occasion
ally nowadays you find u woman
selling railroad tickets and doing
similar duty-frequently are peeyish
and short in answer, all Of which is
exactly what they ought not to be.
They are paid for their work; much
Or little, it matters nothing; when
they accept the Office they agree to
the pay, and very important part
of that work is TO treat the Gus
toners of their employers with stud
led poIiteness. That the public has
Il right to expect Of them. But is
nothing required of the public in re-
turn? Reference is not intended
now TO those stupid creatures who
ask silly questions, and who wear
away alike patience and time. Moth
ing will ever change them; their ig
norance is too deep-seated ever to be
dug out. But there is the man who
addresses the hotel clerk as if he
were his special lackey, who bangs
at the windows of the theaters as if
the gentleman inside the Office was
there only to be bullied. The man
knows better; he was fully aware he
was doing something out of the com
mon, but he does it to attract atten
tion to himself, and succeeds at the
cost of being set down as ruffian.
He presumes on the position of the
person he insults; he would not dare
to act so toward him were he to
meet him away from his duty. He
is therefore a cowardly, mean fellow.
STUARTs ARTISTIC TREATMENT OF THE
EYEs.-Stuart, the painter, once exc
cuted the portrait of lady in New York
who was fusssy, critical, oyer-exacting
and nice to degree that tried in the ex-
treme his rather excitable temperament.
The portrait was changed again and
again; the shade of the hair, the color of
the eyes, the expression of the mouth,
the pose of the head, the arrangement of
the drapery, etc., were repeatedly al
tered at the suggestion of the lady. One
day madame came in with several friends
to see the portrait: and, as usual, she be-
gan to criticise, and said: "I do not
think, Mr.. Stuart, you have given my
eyes the right expression The patience
of the artist was exhausted; he could
stand no more. Walking up to the por-
trait, and drawing back his fist, he thrust
it through the canvas, and exclaimed in
blunt, but vigorous Anglo-Saxon
Madame, your eyes r throwing the
canvas aside-the portrait was finished.
He had given it the last touch.
LOVED ANOTHER. Fanny Fuld was one
of the beauties of Baltimore. She mar
ried Eli Elias, a wealthy young mer-
chant, and the wedding was q great
social event in that city. A few months
ago, after six months of seeming happi-
ness, the wife confessed to her husband
that she was in love with another man.
He said at once that they must part, and,
though she begged hard to stay with.
him, promising the utmost circumspec-
ton of conduct, he insisted upon casting
her off She grew Respondent, and wrote
imploring letters to him, but he would
not see her. At last she has committed
suicide.
A TELKPHoNIC DIALoGUE.-The fol-
lowing telephone dialogue occurred the
other day between one of the bright
boys in an Exchange Place insurance
agency and Mr.. r who was loser
by one of the late fires: "Hnllo, Mr..
RI "Hullo." I'VE shall have to
get out those papers to-day. .All
right; shall have to swear to them r.
Eyes" ssCan't I swear by the tele-
phone?" Here the conversation was in
terrupted by the sharp voice of female
operator of the line, who said, No, you
can't swear by telephone or use any bad
language at all And then en- audible
grin went over the line from either end.