Norwich bulletin., 1920-02-28
LYRlcs oF A sTENoeRApHER.

Dear Social. Corner Sisters: Had experienced" Some" Look like you had some experience" The ac- cent was that of one Dawn in Yer geena," incidentally the souvenir of a i president or a colonel, to whom a stenographer was a nonentity. None but footl- ghters. literary soarers, em- bryo artists, cabaret filters, voice cul- turists and the like are eligible to join that royal procession. The dra- matjc arts are. wonderful adjuncts to social distinction, nothing so practi- cal or commonplace as a steno- grapheF!
 My agility at reading hierogyphics and squashing the typewriter estab- lished, the comforting assurance was handed me that 1 was a star. Going to Washington for the rest of the week. Just look after the phone" 4 few picks on the typewriter and then the phone promotion. Where is he?" squea3ed one female. ''Where can find Aim?' shouted another. A few more dabs and another shrill voice, Gone, did you say? Which | one, are you ?'' l yelled. Are you the secretary ?" screamed another. Moth ing so choice as that!" l baw1ed The chorus continued, "Is he married ?'' ] Don't you know anything? shriek- ed a new voice.
 | l had faced many unique propo- I sition but nothing like this. Was it a matrimonial agencE this game of I hide and seek, or genuine. help- meet offering? never did know.
 The souvenir sauntered in. Ex- hausted and with sickly smile l 1 turned in the long list of pestering i females. Not a. change in those se- I rene features Murmured something about being kidnapped" I ventured
 to mention Its unfortunate to be so fascinating"
 But another had been added to the
 office staff. This, a New Englander.
 a gentle puritanical Mayflower de-
 seendant. The Mayhower confided
 that one of the females had bonn barded the ''Vergeenan's'' apartment I the previous evening. That's inter-
 esting," I said
 Four valises and a valet accom-
 panied the souvenir the next morn
 ing en route. for. Washington.
 r. The females were getting busy. Sc
 was I, with the telephone receiver I glued to my ear shouting, Gone tc
 Washington gone with four valises.'
 Was it an a2parition, or did I see
 his double Was this the man who
 in such agony had gone to Wash
 ington' emerging from the office,
 Where areE you?'' I asked. 1T am il Washington The same sweet seren.
 ity I had deliberately perverted the
 pursuers of the dramatic arts! . Then the Mayhower had his turn
 No females on his track. Had jus espoused5 his fourth or fifth, so the souvenir advised me in a burst ot
 confidence. Did not say if he were divying np oh alimony or how ht
 worked the game. The pilgrim was
 weak on booze and with New York d:
 dry as SahaFaii Where did he get it
 It may have been .2.75 or 1-2 of l pei
 cent, but whatever the quality or
 mix the effect was stunning. Fl The Mayf1ower just. stepped out for few minutes. Three "step outs completed the titivation. The frs step out developed a thickened voice ! but he ambled along like a deacon,
 the second step out advanced to
 teetering process, the third, step ou { finished the justification. The eclips, came.
 One of those. mornings when tht ''L" was decorated with frost, anC
 idly strclling to the "sub'' I joined the throng crawling onward step b! !, step. beated, yanked, damned anC ! smothered, meanwhile .cultivating J poise, until lovingly claspfng a stral T pulled out at 42nd street, Fifftl , avenue was a pastoral scene. Plung ing through snowdrifts I made tit : ofice.s The sMayf1oWer was there Tn , :. pilgrim had something on his mind ! The barometer was rising. 2.75 O 1-2 of 1 per cent. was working. Wa it delirium tremens or nightmare |? The telephone girl received fey l. salutary messages. The telegraph messenger was expecting to b . thrown from the ninth story window v The Mayfower was blooming. wa
 the only goat o. H. "Wouldn't talk. : What he wouldn't talk about wa T not obvious, but supposedly ''2.75 c
 females" The gentle puritanice 1 Mlyfower was doing artistic side
 lights on the Highland Fling. Atom lwere negligible quantities. Safet /: l first Exit the waning Star.
 y THE LITTLE SINISTER