The Oakley eagle. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1901-1908, 1906-08-09
Diary of
Merry Ethel


bosses every week that | suppose a
place would sour on me II | stayed at
the same stand month. This is the
lfveliest stunt I've struck yet and IL
little Ethel knows a thing or two
she'll cop few good times out of this
job. I've been dead one for q long
time and | think III have some fun
with some Of those guys that tried to
fiirt with me to-day. | always have
envied a cashier in a restaurant. She
has such a good chance to meet fell
lows and jolly them a bit, and yet the
little cage all around her keeps them
at distance and acts as a reminder
that she's some pumpkins. But some
how since I've been stuck on Mr.. Clark
/ don't take the same interest In other
men, but as long as we amt keeping
regular company maybe I'd better get
my mind of of him. The fellow that
hired me this morning acted awful
nice. He must be the manager. I've
had pretty hard day and I'm ready to
pound the pillow till Gabriel blows his
trumpet.
Tuesday-This thing of handling
money all day is fine businessl At the
time I'm raking In the shekels almost
forget it isn't all mine, and feel as
disguised with measly 10-cent check
as IL 1t was my funeral. And when
cheap skates come in and order a ham
sandwich or piece of pie and wash II
down with glass of water and have
to make change for a five-cent ticket
can hardly keep from saying things. II
there's a place ON earth to see the
stinginess of people, especially women,
it's restaurant. Girls that | know
get pretty good wages and who will
spend their last cent for string of
beads begrudge themselves a bite to
eat and would often sneak out of pay
ing for that If there wasn't some one
to watch them.
Wednesday-Of course row. This
time 1t wasn't with the boss but with
Mr.. Clark. | sent him postal the 9TH
err day telling him where | was work.
ing, so he came around to-day. 1t was
past the rush hour and the manager
around joshing me and was having a
pretty gay time. All of a sudden |
looked up and saw Mr. Clark glaring
at us like a thunder cloud. He asked
If he could speak to me and the others
Went away. Maybe ne didn't rip me up
the back And / don't see what right
he has either. He simply went up in
the air and called me a fiirt and said
these man We're just stringing me, and
don't know what all let him talk
because | thought good jealous bout
would be the quickest way to bring
things to a head between us. He went
off in huff and | don't know when
III see him again. I'm as blue as all
get out
Thursday-Gee! It's almost like
hearing new language talked to hear
the lingo that these walters use It's
worse than gibberish or dog latin any
day, because you have to guess what
1t all means. A couple of walters were
standing near my desk this morning
when man who looked kind of on his
uppers sat down at a nearby table.
One of the walters started to walk
away and the other fellow told him to
get busy. mot on your life" called
the waiter, none o. your sinkers In
mine. I'm waitin' for a t-bone Gus
toner" asked the manager what
that meant, and he told me that sink
ers stood for doughnuts. and the fell
low was waiting for a swell who would
order sirloin steak and throw in a
tip
Then he turned to the waiter who
had not gone out and yelled, Hurry |
up with that setupl" and the fellow |
hustled a glass of water and napkin |
in front of the customer and took his |
order. AS he passed the coffee urn he
called out: Draw onel"
Friday-I'm all in tonight What
with the hullabaloo of bowling walters |
and the racket of gathering dishes; a |
mixup with dead beats who try 10 skip /
out without paying their checks; learn
ing new language and another scrap |
with Charley, I'm about ready to take |
up the simple life. We were awful |
busy this noon and as one of the watt
ers passed me he said: Tell that guy |
TO cut n apple" l hadn't any more
idea what he meant than a rabbit, so |
let il go. When he came back l asked |
him and he growled. Jaw, don't you
know a piece of apple pie when you
hear it?" | took a fall out of him
mighty quick and told him that | saw
a man get up from a table and walk
quickly past the desk l called after
him, Your check, please" but he
made out he didn't hear me and hur-
ried on. But he fell up against the
manager who had noticed the whole
business, and after few words came
back sheepishly and dug up IS cents.
To cap the climax, who should be
sitting at a table the other side of me
but Charley Clark, who had heard the
waiter talk impudent to me and had
seen the row with the customer. When
he came up TO the window he was as
mad as a hornet and said he wanted
me out of this place.
Saturday-Well, it's up to me to look
a-k rfrA |