The Tupelo journal., 1907-08-09

-. BY the way, what did you do the
ninth hole in? i. Three? :. Great!
Couldn't beat that myself. Z. Etc,
etc, etc. . And say, Bill, I'll fix
that all right Leave it to me-"
Mr.. Bang suddenly remembered that
he hadn't even looked at the daily
paper, so he was just glancing over it
when his friend Bagley dropped in.
There was don't-care holiday at
mosphere about Bagley His brown
derby was recent and his general get
up far from remote. Bang took him in
out of the tail of his eye, merely CIV
ing the visitor curt nod. Bagley
dNn't mind. He helped himself to a
cigar and waited.
"Here!" called Bang to slim youth
who hovered without the door, Take
this up to Peyton and look up this ac-
count-file 37-Dec. I'd. Bang drew
his hand wearily across his brow and
sighed. He opened and closed the
drawers of the desk with an annoyed
frown, and finally lighted another
cigar. Mr. Bang was now so busy
and absorbed that he kicked the waste.
basket
"Oh, say." broke in Bagley, Come
out and eat; I'm starving"
Bang turned reproachful eyes upon
the speaker.
"Why, Jack, I'm up to my neck Got
tremendous deal on and there's a
million other things that I've got to
see to-"
We'll, you've got to. eat." insisted
Bagley, Busy or no busy"
"Ye-es," admitted Bang, I've got to
eat. But I'll just run over to Hick-
sons and get bite
"Oh, that's all right" said Bagley.
1T won't take a minute longer to go
to good place"
"All right" agreed Bang, locking his
desk. But l must be back here by
1:45.' He set his "Will Return" an
nouncement for that time.
You know low slow walters are?
Well, it was $40 before Mr. Bang got
back to the office. Anyone could have
told he was busy man the way he
hurried in and dropped into his desk
chair. He lighted cigar and called
in three or four employees and said
things to them. Then he dictated four
letters to the new stenographer She
was a mighty pretty girl, even if she
was a poor speller. Still, one can't
get everything in this world. If
you've got unusually large eyes you
ought to be so grateful that you won't t
look for flaws in things, even in what
you do. Large eyes were never in
tended to track down transposed let
ters and unruly punctuation. And
slow! Of course this annoyed Mr..
Bang, considering all he had to do.
He had to answer the telephone half
dozen times, once to settle some an
noying business matter.
And right in the middle of all his
rush, WHO walked in but Mrs. Bang.
Really, that good woman had no con-
ception of what demands are made on
a hard-working business man. Be-
cause he had stopped just an instant
before she entered to draw a long
breath was no sign he wasn't up to
his neck in work.
1t was only Mrs. Bangs third visit
to the place in year, but no matter,
she needn't have selected a day when
he had big deal on. Why, the man
was liable to come in any moment!
You forgot to give me the money
to pay those bills, and to-day is the
last day we get discount" explained
Mrs. Bang, timidly.
Mr.. Bang was writing, calling up
various departments, issuing orders of
every description He suddenly
realized there were a whole lot of
things he had forgotten to give his at
tention. A big business won't run It.
self, you know.
Mrs. Bang was tremendously i'm
pressed.
You'll kill yourself, DEAR" she said
anxiously. rs it like this all the
time?"
Hello, hello! Give me the cashier.
=. Say, how does Nortons account
stand? Well, look it up. =.
You see, I'm busy, Emily; won't
some other time do? Very
"All right, make me out statement
OF it, some time tomorrow. That
ALL" Bang hung up the receiver.
"This is nothing to what I've been
all day. he remarked, lighting a