The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-10-20
When A Girl
 Marriies
By Ann Lisle. Copyright 1918, by King Features Syndicate, Inc.)

Sure you do. You speak English. Now pack what I'm going to tell you in your gray storage warehouse and act comprehending when Lootie rat ties it off in minute or two.
 Don't sloSh any silver around on the pristine whiteness of your table till there's a boy or so there to ma nipulate it. Make 'em figure out what they can afford off the old slates, and if you sling 'em extras, remember that it goes on your check when you snatch bite after. Shine up to the danes at the counters who cut the cake and pie-but remember that no matter how fond they grow of filling your orders, a pie still has to make ten pieces. And never forget to write your kitchen number on your order slip, and if the filings for your tray don't come as fast as you like-why be amiable. Annie, and remember there are 25 to a unit. l guess that will be about alln'
 q should hope so. Will the Lieu tenant tell me still more?" gasped:.
 She'll tell you a whole bookful," declared Miss Sturges. You listen with both your ears simultaneously. And then you keep your eyes and mind wide open. I'll help out when mixed your signals. Come on now : look demure-and I'll present you to Lootie.''
 It seemed to me that no one could ever look demure enough to neutral ize the fact that the f1amboyant Car lotta Sturges was presenting her. Our lieutenant waved her aside and bounced upon me with the announce ment that she had looked up my references thoroughly and, both be- cause of my husbands army record, family position and my own standing at Haldane's, she was going to give me a real business woman'S job first thing. That job turned out to Sbe acting as cashier in place of the worker who had disappointed the unit.
 The rush didn't start till five, so had plenty of time to familiarize myself with methods. A handful of change, a pleasant word, and. for the new boys, a nod toward the plate of cigarettes that were given free. Car lotta Sturges kept strolling over to offer me advice, and I found myself. borrowing her methods of expression even while I reflected ruefuIly that I was by now wrapped, tied and labeled Property of c. Sturges.'
 At dusk a pretty girl popped her head through the door and piled a dozen boxes of cigarettes under the railing of my little cage
 "F'ot the boys" she whispered. I'm too shy to donate them; so you see that the lads get their smokes"
 Then all in a second she was gone. At once I opened a box of the cigar cites and spilled its contents on the almost empty tray before me. Like a flash Carlotta Sturges darted across the room and blocked off the cage from everyone'S sight.
 "Who gave you those?" she de- manded terSely.
 "She didn't tell me her name. Only that she wanted the boys to have the smokes-and was too shy'--
 Chuck 'em in the waste basket! ordered Miss Sturges, briefly.
 But I thought our lieutenant would be so pleased"--
 I lNo 1la 4o :; oh 70 thought you'd even planned to ring in any anonymous gifts on our boys. Might be from Hun well-wisher. Dump 'em out of that tray-and tell you'll be right for keeps"
 Whereupon Carlotta Sturges van- ished as quickly as had the unknown donor of the cigarettes. I felt a warm glow rushing right up from my heart to my cheeks. Certainly this slangy, boisterous girl must be very near the ragged edge of the lieutenants good will, and yet she was willing to per init me to use her caution and fore thought to my own advantage.
 I'll tell the lieutenant before the evening is over," I promised myself.
 But then the dinner rush began and I was so busy making change and off, fering smiles that I left long after S:30, without thought of my oppor- tunity to say a good word for the girl who had so generously helped me through my first day.
 Carlotta. Sturges walked up the street with me to my car line, and as she was leaving me she said, care lessly.
 "Glad I was there to wise you up a little Mrs. H May not see you again for an age or two. I'm going on another unit Lootie and I don't hitch"
 Was there no regret in my voice !? a little be sure. And I couldn't ask So I thanked her, said good night and got on my car. I rode a block or two and then I fairly dashed off the car. and hurried up the dark side street to the wide avenue.
 BreathleSSly I ran up the avenue