Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-06-06
OOKED like kind of a simple
guy, this Hartley Tyler. l ex-
, pect it was the wide-set, sort

guy, this Hartley Tyler. l ex-
pect it was the wide-Set, sort
of starry eyes, or maybe the stiff
wav he had Of holdin' his neck. II you'd
asked me I'd said he might have
qualified as rubber-stamp secretary
in some insurance office, or as tea
faster, or as a subway ticket chopper.
Anyway, he wasn't one you'd look
| for any direct action from. Too mild
| spoken and slow moving. And yet
| when he did cut loose with an original
motion he shoots the whole works on
one roll of the bones. He'd come out
| OF the bondroom one Saturday about
closin' time and tip-toed hesitatin' up
to where Piddie and l was havin
little confab on some important bust
ness matter-such as whether the Cor
rugated ought to stand for the new
demands of the window cleaners, or
cut the contract to twice month in
stead of once week. Mr.. Fiddle
|,Mould like to take things like that
Estraight to Old Hickory himself. but
he don't quite dare, so he holds me up
and asks what I think Mr.. Ellins
would rule in such case. l was just
giving him some josh or other when
he notices Hartley standing there pa
tent.
Well" says Piddie. in his snappiest
oifice-manager style.
Pardon me. sir" says Hartley. "but
several weeks ago l put in request
for an increase in salary, to take ef-
feet this month"
ooh. did you?" says Piddie, sprngin
| that sarcastic smile of his. DO | un-
derstand that it was an ultimatum
"Why-er--I hadn't thought of put
ting it in that form, SIR" says Hartley
blinlin' something like an owl that's
been poked off his nest.
Then i may as we'll tell you, young
man." says Piddie, that it seems in
advisable for US to grant your request
at this time.
Hartley INDUCES in couple more
blinks and then adds: Il trust that l
made it clear, Mr.. Piddie. how impor-
tant such an increase was to me-"
mo doubt you did says Piddie,
but you don't get it."
That is-er-final, is it?" asks Hart
quite" says Piddie. For the pres
ent you will continue at the same
salary"
do" observes, Hartley, without chang
in his tone a note.
"Eh?' gasps Piddie.
"Oh. go to thunder. you pin -head"
says Hartley. startin back for the
bond room to collect his eyeshade,
cuff protectors and other tools of his
"You-youre discharged. young
man." Piddie gurgles out throaty.
Very we'll" Hartley throws over his
shoulder. Have it that way If you
like"
Which is where I gets Piddie's goat
still further on the rampage by lettin
out chuckle.
THE young whipper snapper"
growls Piddie.
"Oh, all of that" says l. what you
going to do. besides fire him. Couldn't
have him indicted under the Lever act,
could your"
Piddie just glares and stalks off.
Having been called a pin,head by al
bondroom cub. he's in no mood to be
words with Hartley. You see, I could
appreciate the situation even better
than Piddie. for 1 knew more of the
facts in the case than he did. For
instance. l had happened to be in Old
Hickory's private office when old man
Tyler. who's one of our directors, you
know. had wished his only son onto
our bond room staff.
He's kind of rough old boy. q. X.
Tyler, one of the hottom-rungers who
likes to tell how h made his start as
fry cook on an owl lunch wagon.
Course, now he has his Broad street
Offices and is one of the big noises on
the curb market. Operatin' in motor
stocks is his specially, and when you
hear of two or three concerns being
merged and the minority holders howl
in about being gypped. or any little
deal like that, you can make a safe
bet that somewhere in the background
is old z. X. jugglin' the wires and
rakin' in the loose shekels. How he
gets away with that stuff without
maxim the rock pile is by me. but he
seems to do it regular.
And wouldn't you guess he'd be just
the one to have finicky ideas as to how
his son and heir should conduct him.