The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1900-02-02
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The cannery cook looked nervously al
his watch Quarter past eight and no
fruit. He stopped to the tank cock and
three experimental jets Of steam sput-
tered up in Impatient bubbles through
the cold water Somewhat relieved. he
shut the valve and glanced at the clock
on the wall Apparently II had stopped
like the rest Of the works.
THE slowest sang Of girls / ever
saw" he snorted. Dave was a high
pressure boiler. but he frequently let
OF.
A youngish. brown whiskered man I'm
pink golf shirt. jumped on the edge
OF the tank and balanced there peril
ously. He was the manager OF the Cal
ifornia Consolidated Apricot company.
Restlessness and vchemence boiled
down. he often said he paid Dave extra
wages 10 help him func one reason
why the manager managed everything
so well was because he knew so well
how to manage the manager.
Hang IL. Dave!" said he. 'fthe min
ute girl gets 10 be good for anything,
she quits and marries. II / could keep
my best help life would be worth living.
Come. girls. comet"
IL ouickened the workers across the
half partition. this clarion call and the
glimpse OF the managers tense face.
The boss is getting cranky" said a
brown haired girl with rubber glove
fingers on. hurriedly poking a half ap-
ricot through the little round hole i'm
the top OF the can. All the packers had
their fingers protected against cruel
curve OF the tin. White cotton rags
would do.
4
duded up lately?" asked the blonde
who sozzled the syrup into the packed
cans with the rubber lawn hose that
came down from the vat I'm the attic
She was rather stately and ambrosial,
and reminded one OF Hebe on a frieze
irrigating her row OF gods with sweet
ened water. The California Consolida-
ted had dumped ton OF sugar into us
nectar pots that very morning
Don't you ssbe?" asked another
girl. Jessie did. pretty pronto." Span
ish adapts itself elegantly to slang in
the southwest.
"Oh you're locoed!' reiolned Hebe.
swishing the nectarous nozzle from one
iittie tin god 10 another with an elysian
disregard Of the spill THE manager
Will look above JESSIE" she added.
you seel"
Dave had turned the valve again, and
the steam roared into one OF the big
tanks. Another hissed and growled and
the conversation OF the girls was inau-
dible. The packers had caught UP with
the process room: and the apricot fac
tory was IN full blast. How deftly the
sealer blistered the yarn OF solder
around the can tops. which spun on The
revolving disks in front Of him. The
metal string ran down from coil over
his head. the whirling can caught it.and
the hot iron tied the knot The other
workers might fall behind but the
sealer could stand In his tracks, hold
his hands over the vhiriggs look
pleasant and keep caught up.
The manager drew a breath OF salts
faction as he saw the platform OF cans
lowered into the kissing bath Give
'em forty-fve minutes this time. Dave"
he said. and passed into the labelling
shed.
II there was anything that pleased
the manager more than another IL was
his labelling department; and perhaps
he could not have told wheth-
er his labels cor his labeller
rave him the more pleasing
To the eye they were equally inviting.
The cream and yellow undertones OF
the enameled wrappers appealed 20
ones imagination: they tasted good.
I pom tntTN lnf tfNlkftf UNI llNtnf1
two juicy aDricots, suggesting that the
only bite i'm the world worth taking
came from the fabulous orchards Of
California. It's the label and not the
stock. that sells the pack the sl1uager
would admit IN a confidential moment
The golden apples Of the Hcsperides
would have humbugged more people
than they did had there been lo-
graphers in those days
Jessie's left hand picked up a Rlisten-
ing label and her right seized a can
~ fruit; one end of the label rrted
daintilv through lit;lc pool OF paste
81 the end ~ her bench: tho can rc-
VOWED once and rolled iteelf into the
done An ugly tln had turned
into n fhlnR ~ beauty. Jessie had mere
~ beckonrd and II had jumped into its
yellOw Jacket Small wonder was 80 that
the other girls thought she had beckon-
~ the manager into his pink shirt
He stood FOR a moment and admired
her. The lines of her fair Young face and
blooming figure had NOT been hardened
by the months she had spent iu The
cannerv. earning her - go "a dav ~
wonder ~ shaN lose her tool" the
manager said ~ himself VI would be
hard 10 tel all that was IN HE thoughts
then Most ~ the Tinc no WAS thinking
NJ the success of the comp1ny anu the
diftVutv of keeping good help. by
Jovsi" h. went on HE countensnce
lighting M wlth n busino-s Inspiration.
'Ill put her picture on The new pie la
bsatF
This enthusiastic intention was In
tended a. "a compliment. and perhaps
more With hls absorhing devotion Co