The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1912-12-16
STRAIN Of BUSINESS
By EYNA kopn.

AEN Vf~A ANA hNfAANAAN NbAA1A E3iAaA
head. q have some sympathy these
days for the poor overworked busi-
ness mani BY observing things daily
Ia this Office and occasionally taking
side glances about through the build
ing, 1t has been gradually borne ia
upon me that something should be-
done to relieve the frightful strain un-
4 der which the business man suffers.
1 In winter it Isn't SO bad. All he
has to do then is to get down to his
desk at o'clock. dictate couple Of
hundred letters. close several deals
with wealthy old skinhints, who nail
down every dollar they own and dare
him to get it away from them, put OF
six fierce men who want to collect
several thousand dollars worth Of
bills and generally wrestle with the
office force But these warm days,
It is different Honestly. sometimes
my heart aches for Mr.. Pye and Mr.
Diggins It's a wonder to me that
their families are willing to so away
for weeks at time and leave poor
father to slave alone in his misery
i know what the women do before
they 80 away" Went on Miss Fatter-
shall They have all the heavy fur
niture put into rosebud cretonne slips
and the shades pulled down so the
rooms are always dim and cool Mr.
Pye sleeps till Q o'clock or SO, because
the house is SO still and then he
doesn't have to wait for any one to get
out OF the bathroom He splashes and
shaves at his leisure and makes all
the mess he chooses by throwing
clothes around, because the woman
who comes In daily to take care Of his
bedroom and bath Doesn't dare scold
him for it as Mrs. Pye would do Then
he saunters out, looking like a freshly
pressed millionaire, and has poor
breakfast when he gets downtown at
some hotel-one Of those melons on
Ice, French omelet and Turkish cof-
fee breakfasts where you tip the wait,
er 81 for a $3.50 feed Then gets to
the Office about i o'clock wearing a
pale and troubled look.
Good morning! sal. Mr.. Pye gen
orally, He gazes at us gently, as II he
were due to die in five minutes or SO
and wanted to leave a good Impression
Good morning! ! hope everybody is
feeling well-l'm all In myself. This
having no home and trailing all over
town for breakfast takes it out Of
man; takes it out Yet I won't com.
plain, because | don't want to deny
my family WHAT The thermome-
ter at rs? This heat is grilling!'
Then he fades away into his pri-
vate Office and sits down where two
electric fans beat apon his fevered
brow. Five minutes later. when tim
idly approach with three letters In my
hands, he removes his feet from the
desk, shakes his newspaper and
frowns. Miss Fattershall,' he says to
me In languid voice. I suppose these
8are absolutely necessary, so that you
aren't disturbing me uselessly. Oh,
wen, give them here!'
'ElQ looks them over and writes yes
or 'no'o on the backs and tells me to
use my 9wn judgment and answer
them myself
Then another overworked man
calls him on tile phone and wants him
to play golf tomorrow. Mr.. Pye frowns
and says he is badly rushed with bust.
ness, but If 1t is possible thing he'll
try and join him. But it's always
business first, my boyl he reminds
his friend.
After that he drags himself over to
The club for lunch. This Is another
fossy repast, all rufied up sith pars-
ley and everything iced and with fat
cigars after It. He beats 1t back to
the Office about two o'clock ard tells
the head clerk not to bother him about
such a trine as a $4,000 order-what
on earth is he hired for but to attend
to such Insignificant items?
"At this point another slave enters
attired in a gray suit that Is SO per
feet you don't believe 1t is real and
wearing on his head a panama hat
that set him back about $50. Pye, old !
man. says he, what's the use Of work
ing yourself to death In this sort OF
weather? You owe it to yourself to
get little rest and recreation. You'll I
be having heat prostration or some
thing like that il you don't take care
of yourself. Come, let's go to the ball
camel
"Mr. Pye considers. 4 hate to go
and leave a lot of work standing,
Jawn, says he. Things stop on dead
center whenever I'm not here, you
know. Oh, well, I hate to disappoint
you, since you've come way up here
for me- So he reluctantly grabs his
panama and they float out to take the
touring car.
Later on he has another meal at a
roof garden or a summer garden with
music, and the check for him and
Jawh is somewhere around $40. The
touring car drops him at his own door
in the moonlight and leaves him to IN.
disturbed slumber that he may rest
up for another wearing day
Oh ended Miss Fattershali. Il
could just cry over the way that poor
man Is driven with work. I couldle--
Chicago Daily News.