Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1917-05-09
VICTIM NUMBER 745
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When William McCord, mayor of
city Of one hundred thousand, went to
spend a week in the nearest city of one
million, one Of the first places he Wis
tied was the College of Household
Economics, where had been taking
place a series Of experiments in food
costs. For William McCord was man
to whom all achievements of economy
were vastly more interesting than
those of great expenditure.
Fortunately it was the day new
diet squad was chosen from the appli-
cants for work at the municipal en-
pIoyment bureau.
At the desk sat Helen Crewe, just
graduated from the college and now
proudly holding the post of first assist
ant to the one in charge of the whole
experiment. She was rosy-skinned,
clear-eyed and specialized. McCord
liked the picture all but the spectacles.
The mayor turned from studying the
girls face and wishing that he could
remove the spectacles to studying the
shaves and clothes had worked won
ders. He was wondering how much it
had cost per man to clothe them. Then
! he looked back at the girl in spec
/ tacles whom he had determined to
quiz about the plans for the expert
ment. He watched the eyes through
| the spectacles. He was wondering
how old she was when he heard her
voice at his side demanding: Glow old
are your"
s'Born in 1882" he answered obedi-
emily. ''That makes me about-thirty-
five, doesn't it?' He moved away from
the desk, but the second question fol-
| lowed. 'FWhere were you bornw And
before he had time to realize that the
I girl was entering his answers on a
! card before her he had told her that he
was half Irish; that he had been edu-
Gated in the public schools; that he
was unmarried, and that he was stay
ing in New York, though ne had no
| permanent address there. ''Have you
any trade?" she asked, and the mayor
frankly admitted that he had learned
/ to be a stonecutter in his youth.
"What is your name and number"
'T'm Bill McCord, but I've lost my
number. I'll get it for you, though.
They gave me the number before they
gave me the suit and I left it in my
old clothes pocket"
He turned away with assumed diff
dence and made way for the next man
in the line that had formed behind him.
4 TJov oh c+T nf
faces around him, he walked ambling-
ly to the one most disgruntled.
'sHelIO, boss,' he addressed the stran-
ger of the disgruntled, cadaverous
countenance in the easy undertone of
camaraderie. ''Pretty soft this, eh?''
''Soft, nuthin','' grumped the man.
''Nobody said nuthin' about soddin' the
park to me. IF it weren't that sold
my old suit I'd take this one back and
quit"
"Have you got number?'' asked the
mayor, and then followed the negotia-
ton whereby the man who didn't want
to help sod the park found himself free
from diet-squad duty, still possessor of
the new suit and a ten-dollar bill be-
sides. The mayor returned to Helen
desk a little later. st found my num-
Der. It's 745, and please put my name
down as Bill Finley
AS the days went on Victim 745
earned for himself, behind the scenes
in the laboratory, as well as among the
soldiers at the park, great popularity.
And after dinner sometimes he would
linger in the laboratory where Helen
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to ask particulars as to the working
out of the scheme. SCI want to show
the folks at home something about it, 81
he said when she could no longer con-
ceal her surprise at his unusual inter
est in the work.
"But you are not q married man.
She apparently had the data from the
cards by note. "Are you going to show
your mother how it can be dOneT'
"Oh, yes-yes, indeed" he said.
'You are always SO good and you are
30 big that am sometimes tempted TO
send you in q bigger portion, but I am
afraid the other men might n@tice.
Helen was little tired and when Vic
time 745 put ont large blistered hand
to her-for it was many years since he
had welded the stoneeuttew's maIlet
and the park squads spades were
rough OF handle-she let hers AngeE
and rest there q minute.
Then came the day the squad broke
ND. The men were disbandng and
Helen was mt her desk shaking handS
with them and giving them pamphlets
and suggestions for the mothers and
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20 the desk with an Outstretched hand.
'Tm sorry" she said. ''but there
has been some little hitch. Your rec
OrdS from the doctor at the municipal
bureau have shown an alarming dis
crepancy. According to the weight en-
try made the day you entered the