Birmingham state herald., 1895-11-14
TALES OF THE TIMES.
4 Few Quaint Stories of Present and Fu-a
 ture Life In Chicago.

down on the desk.
 "This thing will have to stopp' she ex- claimed 'Send tho political editor in to me at once"
 The political editor came.
 Miss Wirepuller, :" began the editor of the future, "we'll have to tear things wide open at the county building. It's disgrace that the building should be turn ed over, as 1t Is, to lot of coarse, igno- rant women whose only ambition is to get a job of some kind in return for their work at the polls. Did you read the paper this morningY"
 "Yes, ma'am."
 "Then of course, you noticed the case of that Mr. WigginsP" rs=
 "Yes, ma'aln.'
 "There Is a poor, unprotected widower who has little property in his own name He has no one to look after it for him, so he has to pay the taxes on it himself, in spite of the fact that he is unacoustomed to business methods. He hesitatingly goes to tho county building, carrying himself very properly and modestly, and what happensp He has to run the gantlet of all the coarse women who fill the corridors and make insulting remarks about every good looking, modest man who passes. Tho color mounting to his face because of the coarse tests that he cannot help but hear, he hurries on and finally finds 0 clerk, who treats him with contumely and contempt. He is not even accorded ordi- narily civil treatment, but is referred from one to another and insulted whichever way he turns And why9 Simply because he is too quiet and gentlemanly to be power in politics. Do you suppose any of those clerks would dare treat Mollie Flanagan of tho Eighth that wayP Not much She has influence, but the poor widower has none."
 "It's just us bad in the coroner r's office," suggested the political editor. "Tve seon poor heartbroken men treated in the most brutal way there at times.
 "It's just as bad everywhere in the building" said the editor of the future. "From President Eliza Buffer of the county board to the girls who run the ele- yators or the women who shovel coal in the basement there isn't thought of any thing but politics. and in consequence men are treated with shameful discourte- sy. I wish you'd interview President Buffer Ask her how she'd like to have her husband treated the way she must know tho husbands of other women are treated when they have to go to the build- ing. Ask her, too why she is replacing the male nurses at the county hospital with women. It looks to me us if she were try ing to use the hospital for political pur- poses She certainly knows that women haven't the gentleness and patience that are necessary in good nurse. They are in- olinod to be too rough. Nursing doesn't come so naturally to them as it does to men. But they are of more value in poli- tics. Just ring the changes on that little, and we'll sec if we can't get some reforms in the county service"
 "I'll give it to them. hot. Anything elseP''
 Nothing in particular. want you to take in the whole building, though. Mrs. Banker the county treasurer, ought to have little raking over, and the women on the civil service board should be asked to explain the condition of affairs under them. There is said to have been some un- derhand work at the recent examination for positions in the classified service"
 Then the editor of tho future signified that the interview was at an end and turned her attention to a special article on the adventures of a beautiful young man who was so we'll able to take care of himself that he had travelled unattended from London to Chicago
 Papa said the bankers little boy, looking up from his books as if he had an inspiration, "let's play Finance.
 "A good plan, !" said the proud father. "There's nothing like learning business methods early in life, and Pm glad to see you take an interest in such things. Do you want to be the bankor2"
 "Not much I don't" replied the boy promptly.
 T. ba,, ha the depositor and make deposits in your bank"
 ''Oh, know all about that" answered the boy, with wise shake of his head. "I'd bo the banker, but the money wouldn't be much use to me, 'cause if I skipped with it I'd get in trouble right off I know all about that game and it ain't the kind want to play"
 What do you want to be, thenp' asked the father.
 "I want to be Uncle Sam.'
 "Uncle SamP"
 "Yep. That's it.
 "And what do you want me to bef"
 "The syndicate"
 "The syndicatei What syndicatep''
 "The Morgan syndicate"
 II don't believe understand your game, Willie. How do you intend to play it?"
 "Why, it's easy enough. I'll be Uncle Sam and you'll be the syndicate, and it'll be your business to keep me supplied with money so that can have my reserve fund in proper shape all the time" "But my boy, you forget that Uncle Sam has to do something to get all that money. It isn't gift to him." .No, don't forget anything" retorted the boy. ''I'll give you all the bonds you want. Here's one for 15 cents now. If you're so dead stuck on my playing Fi- nance as you pretend to be hand over the cash and show that you propose to keep up your end of the game" "But how about redeeming the bonds, Willie?''
 "Ill take the same chances on being able to do that that other flnanoiers do." ''Im doubtful about you, Willie," said the banker with shake of his head. "I'm not quite sure whether you were cut out for a flnancier or a confidence man. Per haps, however, you will land somewhere hetyveeD tho tvvO nd hafon,e a statesman D