The herald., 1914-10-22
: ACCORDING TO HER CLOCK :
. BY BLANCHE JONES. 3

amt gone yet Nom. Ysee by the
clock its only ll:3j.'
Vel" Easpcd the woman in mink,
with considerable asperity. my clock
gave me just four minutes to get here
and It usually takes seven; 90. accord
ing 10 my clock, it ought to be past
train time, ! don't understand what
the road means by not attending to
its clocks instead Of letting them run
behind this way and get people all
. Gustored,"
Wouldn't that frost you?" inquired
the rosy checked ticket taker Of the
woman behind the window who sold
tickets She's mad because she didn't
miss her train when she fully expect
. cd to- There amt no pleasing some
people"
She's a woman" explained the tick
ct seller cTyptically All you have TO
do is TO take their tickets after they
get en-. while have the heavy end OF
It. l have to make up their minds
where they want to go and whether
they want a round trip ticket. Here
comes one Of my regulars now"
I Downtown, please" crisply ordered
/ the newcomer in pony fur. What
! y cents? Oh, yes. remember now
it's 10 cents as usual if get a round
trip. but | got round trip the other
/ day and then | changed my mind
/ while downtown and took the elevated
/ out TO my cousins and came the rest
| OF the way on the street car, so you
see | lost money by II. I'm not at all
sure ! may not want TO do the same
thing today, although my cousin has a
! card club that | think meets today.
I'm not sure, though. You wouldn't
! take it back, would you? l think it's
perfect nuisance the way this road
| makes new rules, Yes, of course, l
said | wanted a round trip ticket! l
/ don't see why It's so hard for you to
understand. Have / missed the
HAP"
Nom" said the rosy faced ticket
taker "It'S late. You've plenty of
| time"
Trains are always late on this line.
| II seems to me-" the woman in pony
fur said sternly.
Another woman mad because she
caught her train." caroled the ticket
taker Say"
He paused before an onslaught OF
three young women. who dashed
madly through the gate in pursuit OF
the 1l:47 that was just steaming in
Then he sighed.
Here" he said to the girl behind
the window. did you ever see any
thing like the way people hurry in this
old town? | tell you. after coming
from st. Louis, where people walk leis-
| urely and as though they had at least
six more minutes still to live, It's kind
| OF hard on a fellow! There ought to
| be just as much time here as any
where else on the map, And yet no
| body has any! There are men who
take the s: 30 every morning who'd die
soonern get here more'n 45 Sec
onds before train time, They like the
excitement of 1t. | believe they wait
around the corner If they're ahead OF
their schedule just SOS they can make
their spectacular home run at the fS-
ish. Gee, this is a wearing life on me!
| went to a vaudeville las night"
'Whadyuh see?" asked the ticket
seller with some interest.
Swell show" said the ticket taker.
There was one girl called Nora Glen
artey, who sang some bully Irish
songs, but she said in her spiel she
was French She didn't look It. You
can't tell a thing about these actors,
though | knew one once who looked
melancholy and long haired like Ham
let and he could crack jokes thatd
kill you dead on the spot
"Yes'm, the 11:47 is gone Six min
utes ago. Well, its too bad, but your
watch must have been wrong.
It's an outrage" snapped the tall
grenadier OF a woman, who was
flushed from running. Il had an ap-
pointment with the dentist, too, and
he charges whether am there or not.
| Now. II | take the 1915 | won't get
back home In time for luncheon and
must buy my luncheon downtown, See
what an expense you've put me to-"
I'm sorry" said the rosy faced
ticket taker, humbly. ida had the
train wait II ida known you were
coming"
III report you" sputtered the tall
woman as she stalked through the
gate.
Funny, you can't please 'em no
how the ticket taker unused to the
girl behind the window. Il think I'm
lucky that | never tied up to one of
you women. II fellow was legally
required to listen to that sort Of argu.
ment "a hours a day and take It along
on his two weeks summer vacation, a
man'd be in the nut farm before long,
wouldn't hep
Il guess you're right" cynically
agreed the girl who sold tickets.
Where the Shoe Plnched.