The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1906-07-26

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people will deny that he is a profes-
sional. There could be no more deadly
insult 10 an elevator boy than to stop
him on the street and ask him II he Is
out OF lob"
II the profession of running an ele-
vator ever comes to be looked upon
with contempt and IL the elevators
themselves are ever removed from all
buildings and the tenants compelled to
walk the boys themselves will have
been 10 blame for IL. Taking my own
experience and the Investigations ]
have made during the last year. l feel
II duty TO sound a note OF warning.
What the average elevator boy has
got to look out for and steel his heart
against Is falling In love with the ste
nographer and the typlst. Every sky.
scraper holds from five TO twenty OF
them, and the first thing they do IL to
make friends with the young gentle
man who runs the elevator. They want
bis information. They want his advice.
They want his candy and popcorn.
was warned when ! secured my
frst engagement to beware of the ste
nographers and typlsts. I was told
that they had soft, sleek and insidious
ways. The boy whose place / took
sat down with tears In his eyes and
said TO me:
"Sammls. they will smile, they will
giggle. they will flrt, they will sigh.
they win call you Bobby and pile on
the soft soap, but their ways are the
ways OF the decelver. When your for
tune is gone they will throw you away
like an old shoe"
Two weeks later, despite this warn.
Ing, was In love with the golden
haired typist In room 2iS. ] was call
ing her "Goldle" and she was calling
me "Ducky." was an innocent heart
ed boy, and how could tell her that
her hair was bleached and that she
was working me for Lunches and thea.
ter tickets?
wanted TO die for Goldle.
I wanted TO pour nll my wealth into
her lap.
| wanted TO knock the head Off old
Saunders for winklng at her. She was
In my thoughts by day and In my
dreams by night.
| bought her candy. paid for her
lunches. sent her bouquets I went
hungry In order that she might have
street car fare. We were as good rs
engaged for two weeks, and was
wondering whether we should take In
Florida or Niagara falls on our bridal
tour when the blow fell The agent OF
the building had been keeping tab OF
me, aud he had found me careless aud
Indifferent to the lives of my passen
gers.
"Sammis," said he. 'your elevator
wabbles. You bring up with n jerk
You run past the sixth floor You
come down with n bang You scare the
old maid on the seventh floor, and you
cause the fat man on the eleventh TO
use cuss words. You are in love. Il;
always acts this way. Choose between
your engagement and Goldie."
~ scorn your engagement, sir" was
my heroic reply, and went up to see
Goldie and ask her IL she wanted II
live out at Bensonhurst when we Were
wed. She looked me straight in the
eyes and replied;
"Bobbie, YOU have made mistake in
the room. The girl who is dying tc
wed you is four doors farther down
the hall"
Through a pull with an alderman !
obtained another engagement. The
agent Of the building seemed favorably
Impressed with me, but he thought III
to say:
young man, we want no nonsense
here. Running an elevator is business
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