The Forrest City times., 1905-01-06
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village green, was his reply.
 Well, simply couldn't resist the i'm. pulse to get in then. Twas through with my dinner and ready to leave the dining car. folded up my paper and pushed pack my chair. Then took hold of my Anife and drummed this on the water bottle:
 Enjoy yourselves while you're young, children. Don't you mind griz- zled old fogies like me-
 When l dropped the knife and glanced across the aisle at them in a sort of sidelong way they were botb regarding me with broad smiles.
 The ice was broken. We all sat around one table, had more coffee and chatted for awhile
 The young man was connected with one of the big life insurance companies Tn New York. The young woman was the business manager of a fashion pub- llcation. Both of them had learned key puhehing in their teens and had worked at 1t in branch offices.
 They were wholesome. clean-mind- ca pair of young people who had been Hghting the battle of life almost since their childhood. noticed that he was iugging her hand traps. as well as his own. going toward the ferry after leay- ing the train. And so. who knows? should like to hear of that as the solp- tlon of their innocent little water bottle filtration in Morse.
 mat experience was more pleasant than one in which was a locker on. put not a participant, in a Pennsylvania city few years ago. In the Pennsylya- mia city l met an old-time key-pounder alongside of whom I worked out wes: years ago. He insisted upon taking me to his boarding house for dinner. and went along. It was a boarding house patronized largely by the telegrapners or the town. There were about dozen or them around the big table when 1 sat down with my old-time friend. Most or them were seasoned chaps The meal was hardly under way before . very awkward-looking red haired man came into the dining-room with some what countrifiedlo looking woman. Their clothes looked mighty new and stiff. They'd have struck anybody as bride and groom. The bunch at the big table sized them up as they sat down at a small table placed in the basement bow window. Then the key-punching Indi- ans began to drum things on their plates with their knives. It was a regular mus, ketry fire of cracks.
 Cute fire sale hair that boys got Swell gag, this boarding house honey incoming thing. hey?' Wonder what that mess of marrying togs set him back" Oh. fury. fury. such a spliced- edness! Oh. girls, I wonder what she could see in him!' Wonder if he's wearing pink crocheted suspenders to match that tie?'-that's the sort of rata plan those key hammers were rapping on their plates with their knives until the red-haired man stood up at his table thrust his hands into his trousers pock- cts. and looked the gang over grouchily.
 Just for the sake of easing the minds of you inquisitive pimpleheads. the req haired man said amid the silence--for they quit their plate-drumming mighty suddenly when he stood up and looked them over in that way-'Ill let you in on the fact that I've been married for five years and more. And the next one of you that makes fancy crack at me or anybody with me is going to have his nose pulled.'
 Those fellows got up from the table. one by one, and went over to the red- haired man and apologized for their rudeness. They really felt ashamed of themselves. They weren't sorry that they had done this, either when they got back to the office that afternoon: They found the red-haired man there in conference with the manager The red-haired man was the new night manager and had just got in that day from another Pennsyl- vania city to take night charge"- lT.u |. 1