The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-07-25
LOEWS

Before I had time to pick myself up, there was started shriek from the doorway. The General Manager stood on the threshold
 I'm not hurt I said quickly, to reas- sure her.
 But anxiety in my behalf had not caused her outcry. "All of my fresh laundered things. she moaned, as regardless of me, she began to gather them up.
 But I was intent on getting the glasses so we would not miss the train. l thrust the space where the one which had caused my disaster had been.
 What are you doing now demanded the General Manager, "musng up all my other things?'
 I'm getting the glasses" I said not too cheerfully.
 The General Manager muttered some. thing which might have been "Stupid!' or might have been something else. but, at any rate, it was derogatory to my mental capacity. Then she darted to the mantelpiece and grasped her glasses.
 T called after you that they were on the mantel," she said, "but you were in such hurry you wouldn't listen.'
 I was mute.
 TOO MUCH SICKNESS
 Finally we reached the station. At the
 
 stout lady who was having an argument with the ticket clerk
 "I had my ticket" she was saying. ''l bought it three days ago, and put it in the drawer of my desk, but when I went to get it today I couldn't open the draw er.
 But madam" said the clerk, q could not give you another ticket. But you can"
 Its an outrage" said the stout lady. My husband was in the army in Frasce more than a year. He had very im- portan position there and was K. P, which must be just as good as a D.. S. C., and that if he were here now. in- stead of travelling for large firm tha. manufactures shoe laces, he would never allow me to be treated like this. I don't see why should be obliged to pay for tickets twice."
 I glanced at the clock. It was matter of seconds before train time. The station | agent tried to speak again. The stout lady cut him short. i "If big corporation like a railroad can't hire men with some respect for a i lady, what is the country coming to? My goodness! I suppose you doubt my word I'll bring the desk down here and | you can"
 1 The ticket agent stuck his head through the window and fairly shouted: Buy new ticket and you can get | cash for the other!" | Well, why didn't you tell me that be fore," cuttingly. l q didn't have a chance to say a word, sighed the ticket agent but I was his | only audience. The stout lady had pale and departed
 We made the train. impedimenta ant all I was in a dripping precipitation Just as I was getting comfortable, th' general manager asked to have the win dow open.
 RUNNING TRUE TO FORM 1 I squeezed the patent snaps, but thu window did not move. pushed upward on it. It emained tight closed Tt vank after yank. it remained obdurate The conductor came downothe aisle ant assisted me. Our combined efforts final ily sent it up with a bang, catching m, thumb and bruising it. l With the first guest of bituminous ladei air that swept through the open window l the general manager clutched her righ 1 eye.
 Put it down: put 1t down." she walled , q can't stand the soot. There's cinde' ! in my eye already"
 By the time we reached our destination l I had succeeded in closing the window. The Wells met us at the station and " motored home Just before supper. We'll asked me if I would have highball "Would rose bug refuse an America l Beauty?" I said. II Wells went to the sideboard, which wa one of the old-fashipned variety with
 small round wooden know for afhandie
 I knew what was coming before he start
 ed The door stuck. He put his strengt into it. The knob came off, I tried tug ging with my fingers at the fancy wood work around the panels. The total IT suit was broken finger nail. "Evervthing sticks this weather, sal Wells. Guess we're out of luck. Can get at the hootch' agreed inwardly that was out l luck, but Wells could have gotten m j the sideboard with ax. Maybe a' doing him an injustice. but could nc help thinking that he was in consfderan | Scotch. Maybe I am doing him an " justice. However. felt he might naN accentuated and prolonged his e11or.. That evening the general manager d' cided to send some picture post cards was lying in bed listening to the scratc' ing of the pen and longing for the CT of the weekend. "Oh. dear!'' exclaimed the gener 8 narager. '.what's stuck now?" asked.
 .stuct," she said inaignantlv. Here forty cents worth of stamns and not oi of them will stick on post card i (Copyright 1920. hv the Bell Syndica
 Inc.)