The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-12-23
horse you are not to give me away.

horse you are not to give me away.
See?"
YES, SIR
"Then see that don't catch you trip
ping, you unhung villain!" he roared,
as he caught me by the hair and twist
| ed me around. What you have long
hand, and I am going to take you in
charge. I am a buZz-saw, Samrnis, and
on your life don't fool with mel"
| I retired grieved, disappointed and in
dignant. No elevator boy can be cover
ed with ignominy without longing for
revenge, and when you try to bluff one
| of the profession you run up against
Texas longhorn.
waited two days for the dust to set
tie down. and then every stenographer
and typewriter in the building learned
that Mr.. Hudson was a married man
with eight children, and that his wife
might come along at any moment with
a horsewhip. In one week he sent two
bouquets, which were refused and went
to the ScFub-women, and he extended
two invitations to lunch which were
promptly turned down.
On the following Monday I ran over
thirty peddlers and bill collectors up in
to his office, and the next day 1 sent
him four or five missionaries who were
collecting for the heather and squoze
five dollars apiece out of him. 1 would
have let him off that that, but he found
me pitching pennies with a messenger
boy on the ninth floor and went to Mr.
morals of the skyscraper. Mr.. Rasher
sent for me and said:
"Sammis, the art of pitching pennies
is great exercise for the shoulder joints,
and of course all your winnings go to
pay off that gigantic mortgage, but go
a little slow on it. That is, do your
pitching in the back yard at home and
under the influence of your mother.
The moral status of this building must
be kept at 100 degrees in the shade,
even if you have to look for another
job
When I returned to my elevator I
burned to destroy Mr.. Hobson. He
made a trip in my cage for the sole
purpose of leerinS' at me, but 1 treated
him with naughty disdain and planned
his downfall. When an elevator boy
sets out to bring about a crisis Provi-
dence seems to aid him.
1t was only three days after that
when three or four sporty men came
along and inquired for Mr.. Hobson
way up they said something about
straights and Pushes and full houses,
and 1 suspected the object of their
visit. Half an hour later two min
new church building came along, and
right behind them was the woman
with gold in her front teeth. The
three went up together, and 1 waited
on that floor until 1 heard words of
wonder EXPLANATIONS of establishment,
cuss words and the upsetting of chairs,
and then 1 calmly descended with
feeling that all was we'll.
There was a great scandal around
the building, and Mr.. Hobson had to
vacate his Offices He looked like
broken-hearted man. A game of
poker was in full swing, and he had
the cards to win a big jackpot when
his wife and the ministers busted in.
did not go near him in his sorrow,
but as he took my elevator down on
his last trip he laid his hand on my
shoulder and said:
''Sammis, my great mistake was in
trying to bluff you, and it will be a
lesson to last me the rest of my life
Mr.. Hobson has gone and will be
seen no more with us, but others will
come and go, and if this happens to
meet the eye of one contemplating a
change let the moral lessen sink deep
into his soul. Trust an elevator boy
and he will be faithful unto death;
pull his hair and try any skin game on
him and he will surely wreck your
career SAMMIS,
The Elevator Boy.
copyright, 1904, by T. c. Mcclure