Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-10-15

crash that sounded like an Indian Head
trial Of a sixteen-inch gun. all hands in the
store helped to dig me out of the ruins. I
suppose / must have messed up all of $40
worth of crockery and glassware, and
was nightly surprised when the manager
of the store handed me a big silver dollar
my pay for three days, and conducted me
by the shoulders to the door. I've always
regarded that manager as pretty square
sort of a man ever since.
II didn't mention anything about the loss
of my job when got home, but on the next
morning set out to hustle for another one.
Didn't catch sight of a Boy Wanted pla-
card till late in the afternoon. The sign was
in the showcase of an avenue photographer
who has long since gone out of business.
The job was mine for the asking. Wages,
80 the week. l started in the next morn
Ing. 1t was my business to move the
scenery and accessories around for the
operator, sweep up the reception room,
police the whole top works, polish the show
cases assist in the Furnishing of the pho
tographs, and so on.
What Happened Next.
1.-The job was all right, and ! got along
| swimmingly until the third day, when, in a
| moment of observation-disclosures, l pushed
| open the door of the dark room while the
| operator was in there developing negatives.
| The light spoiled about $50 worth of plates
| on the operators hands, and whole lot OF
! folks had TO be written to to come back and
1 take their SltlinSS over aSdiH. lHat oiedrA
| let me out. of course They didn't even
| give me the rs that was coming to me,
| but told me to hurry right away before
| they turned the emergency fire hose on me.
when l got home l didn't say anything
| about the loss of that job, either, but /
| ought to say right here that by some mys-
| terious process my dad was on to 1t that
| I'd lost my jobs almost as soon as I'd been
| fred from them, although l didn't know
| this until the game got to be pretty swift.
THE next day was a Sunday. but on
| Monday morning, bright and early, / sal
| lied forth to scare up more work. Saw the
| Boy Wanted sign in the window of a
| paint shop on 7th street, and they took me
right on. Pay, So the calendar week-big
| money My duties were those of sweep-out
quite hit with me. and l was already fig
| uring on the color scheme of the SuSpenders
] / was going to buy on Saturday night and
| the seat l was going to get for the show at
| the old Dime Museum, when. on the fourth
| day, / stacked up against my finish in the
| paint store.
II started out the alley gate to deliver a
! quart can of turpentine to man down the
| alley. When l got into the alley began to
swing the can of turpentine over my head
| to see how much of 1t couldn't spill, and
| then set it down while lighted the butt
| of one of my fathers cigars that I'd been
| boarding. Somehow or another the match
that / used for the purpose dropped. still
! flaming, into the open can of turpentine
| was provdentially and miraculously pre-
served, but about thirty yards of real
fence on both sides of the alley were char
red into uselessness, and the tenants of the
stores had all they could do to keep the
! fremen from chopping their buildings into
| flinders.
| Didn't Go Back.
Nope, didn't go back to that paint
] shop at all. concluded that ! didn't need