The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1907-08-08
Mr.. BANGS--WHO HAD A HARD DAY DOWNTOWN

we may be able to make a difference.
q. By the way, what did you do the
ninth hole in? . Three? :. Great!
Couldn't beat that myself. . 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 a ddA'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 a curt nod. Bagley
didn't mind. He helped himself to a
cigar and waited.
"Here!" called Bang to slim youth
who lowered without the door. Take
this up to Peyton and look up this ac-
count-file 37-Dec. I'd. Bang drew
his hand YEARLY 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, l 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
a tremendous deal on and there's a
million other things that I've got tc
see to-"
well, you've got to eat!" insisted
Bagley, Busy Or no busy"
"Ye-es," admitted Bang, "Ive got tc
eat. But I'll just run over to Hick
sons and get bite .r".
"Ok, that's all right" said Bagley
1T won't take a minute longer to &c
to a good place"
"All right" agreed Bang, locking hi:
desk. But l must be back here by
1:45." He set his will Return" an
nouncement for that time.
| You know how slow walters are
Well, it was $40 before Mr.. Bang go
back to the office. Anyone could have
| told he was busy man the way hi
hurried in and dropped into his desl
chair. He lighted cigar and called
in three or four employees and saiC
things to them. Then he dictated fou
letters to the new stenographer. Sh,
was mighty pretty girl, even if sh'
was poor speller. Still, one can
get everything IL this world l
you've got unusually large eyes yoI
ought to be so grateful that you won
look for flaws in things, even in wha
you do. Large eyes were never il
tended to track down transposed le
ters and unruly punctuation. An
slow! OF course this annoyed Nj
Bang, considering all he had to dt
He had to answer the telephone hal
dozen times, once to settle some al
noying business matter.
And right in the middle of all hi
rush, WHO walked in but Mrs. Bans
Really, that good woman had no col
ception of what demands are made o
a Woodworking business man. b
cause he had stopped just an instan
before she entered to draw a Ion
breath was no sign he wasn't up t
his neck in work.
1t was only Mrs. Bangs third visi
to the place in year, but no matter
she needn't have selected a day whe
he had big deal on. Why, the ma
was liable to come in any moment!
you forgot to give me the none
to pay those bills, and to-day is tn
last day We get discount" explaine
Mrs. Bang, timidly.
Mr.. Bang was writing, calling u
various departments, issuing orders {
every description. He. suddenl
realized there were a whole lot {
things he had forgotten to give his a
tention. A big business won't run |
self, you know.
Mrs. Bang wGs tremendously in
pressed.
you'll kill yourself, DEAR" she sal
anxiously. "Is it like this all tn
time?"
Hello, hello! Give me the cashie
-. . Say, how does Nortoh's accour
stand? . Well, look it up. l..
"You see, I'm busy, Emily; won
some other time do? Very
"All right, make me out statemer
of it, some time tomorrow That
ALL" Bang hung up the receiver.
"This is nothing to what I've bee
all day." he remarked, lighting