Arizona republican., 1899-12-05
AT THE BOXOFFICE WINDOW.


 lined up, Indian file. before the window of a theater ticket office during the noon hour a few days ago. They all looked like persons who had jobs to hold down. But each had dropped quietly into line, and they all patiently awaited their respective turns at the ticket sellers chart.
 Then a beauteous young thing. re- gardlessly raimented in a tight-fitting gray tailor-made suit that diffused the aroma of Sicilian violets, sailed through the opened storm doors, with much frou-frou of siIken dust-ruffie. She regarded the long line of silent walters in Indian file with quite a whole lot of disdain, totally unmiXed with suitability. It was quite plain to be seen that she didn't approve of In- dian files, nor of waiting. She floated right up to the window. A man was just turning away with his tickets. It happened that an humble, nonassertive man was next in line. He made the initial moves toward stepping up and taking a look at the chart, but the beauteous young thing was too sudden for him. She carmly but determinedly squeezed herself in front of him, and began her cool, deliberate examination of the chart.
 Unsuitable growls-muttered but dis tinct-frUm all hands in the line except the humble man who was crowded out.
 Well, there's nerve for you!'
 wouldn't that quake you!"
 What dye think of that!''
 ''I wouldn't leave my happy home for her, no-oh-oh-oh
 These and a few others, the men emitted in short, choppy growls.
 Well I like her face!" exclai1nued the few women in the line. ''The tacky thing! I wonder if she thinks" etc, etc. i
 The beauteous young thing never so much as turned her head. She pointed with a 'daintily-gloved finger at the glass chart.
 'I want those two seats,' she said to the ticket seller, indicating a couple on the middle aisle about seven rows back |
 They're taken, miss,'' said the tick ct seller.
 The beauteous young thing looked | real put out.
 How annoying!" said she. q sup pcee I'll have to take the two aisle | seats III the next row back.
 Those are taken, too, iniss," said the | ticket seller. "Whole orchestra sold out | A few left in the orchestra circle"
 Now isn't that exasperatingr ex- claimed the b. y. [. Are you sure of | that?"
 ''Yes'm said the ticket seller.
 
 She thought for awhile, with a finger | at her lip, while the long line of people | behind her changed to the other leg.
 Aren't there some people that tele- phoned cor seats in the orchestra 2" she inquired after the pause
 ''Yes'm,' said the ticket seller.
 And that havn't called yet for the seats?"
 "Yes'm.''
 Well couldn't you let me have a couple of those?"
 The ticket seller looked as if he wanted to say: Not on your pastel portrait-do you want me to lose my job?" but he only replied:
 impossible to do that, miss. Regu- lar patrons. Have to hold seats teIe- phoned for by people We know until curtain rise.''
 She put another finger to her lip and OiSSi6Cu III Itli lIeT thought, While the long line behind her sighed dis.nally in unison.
 T don't think you're one bit accom- modating," she said then. Cant I pick out any two seats I want for to- morrow night?"
 Hardly that. miss Pretty big sale for the rest of the week" "Oh, well. I suppose I'll manage to exist without coming to a theater where the people are so rude and un- accommodating" she said loftily. and then she slowly turned about, directed what was meant to be a freezing and naughty stare at the people in line and swept out.
 An doan, caiuh of she nevuh comes back hummed some of the men in the line.
 The above is no wierd imagining. It hcppered. Moreover, it happens right along wherever there is a box office for people to line up o.-Washington Star