The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-06-25

T went out to lunch a minute or so after my athletic-lOoking stenographer started on the same eTrand- When l came hurrying into the office building, about half an hour later. 1 saw that there was something doing in the scrap line in front of the elevators.
 T got 10 the elevators just in time to see my new shorthand man engaged in punching the noses off of the cOunte- nances of three elevator men. One Of the elevator men. it seems, had tried to slam the door in the face of the young
 fellow just as he was stepping on
 board the car, and he wouldn't stand
 for it.
 He yanked the elevator door open,
 and then the elevator man inside made the mistake of trying to land one on
 him. He didn't get away with it,, my
 young man being crackajack with his mitts, and then two more of the eleva- tor men jumped out of their cars and butted into the melee.
 My young man was pasting them right and left and easily holding the three of them-he certainly was a sparkling boy in a -up-when l had
 another grOan a-coming. A cop ran in from the street and pinched him.
 T couldn't go tagging off to the po- lice station to secure the release on col lateral of a stehOsrapher I'd only em- ployed that morning, and I knew if l did that he'd be in hot water with the elevator man and the rest of the jani-
 tors force all the time. So there l was, N1,rrVc of 1Eifh nearly q weeks business just stopped over and only half attended to, and four short hand notebooks filled to the covers that l were of no more use to me than mo- torman's glove.
 Again 1 had to dig out the important letters and reply to them ill longhand. and once more l brought out that list of applications and wired for another of
 them to report at my office on Friday morning, ready for duty.
 This one was staid-lOoking man of thirty-fiVe or so, who knew his business
 all right, and we pitched in without any barley as soon as he'd hung his hat up, and did a free mornings work in the way of giving and taking dictation. Tn the afternoon I had the satisfac- tion of seeing that staid-looking man
 begin to pile the sheets into the type
 writer as if it was a hopper, and the work that he turned out was clean and letter-perfect.
 "He was just getting into the swing
 of it and was perhaps half done with his book full of notes, when nice looking but tin1id little girl, about ten years old anpaared in the doorway of my office and beckoned to my new shorthand man, calling him papa He hurried out into the hall to talk with her, and when he returned to the office about a minute later he was looking shepish and fiustered.
 "'Guess I'll have to be trotting along home and stay there for day or so,' he said to me
 That's gloomy news for me, the way the work is piled up around this
 rlant,' I said to him. Whats the trou- ble?'
 "'Oh, no trouble he replied, look ing still more f1ustered as he went for
 his hat. 'Er-Tve got three little girls
 now, and I'm hoping that this one'll be boy
 T paid him for his days work, and away he went, concluded the red-faced
 business man. What dye think of it have got a grouch coming or not?'' ' The manager of the shorthand en- ployment bureau smiled, but his reply was non-committal. He is a. stenogra- pher himself, or was, and stenogra-
 phers are clannish.-New York Sun.