The Washington times., 1931-09-18


To my horror Carl Austin
was so drunk that he slumped
back into his chair and began
to curse me as he patted his
bleeding lips with a napkin.
Get that" he said, with an
oath, "you haven't got any
more job than a rabbit mean
it!"
It created considerable ex-
element but our waiter came
along and then the hostess.
Fresh guy?" she asked me,
In a low voice.
nodded.
I told her about it.
The pretty little hostess made
some sign tc the waiter and just
as he started to tell me once
more that I was fired they took
him out.
"As soon as he's gone" I said,
an 60. didn't know he was
like that"
Anxious About Her Job
"Wait, Jacques will be back
with taxi money"
I protested Indignantly but
she laughted. Its no charity,
dearie; we us. painless extrac-
ton in a case like this but the
gent has to start with taxi
money"
If I had had any affection for
Carl Austin I suppose it would
have been a great shock to me,
but 1 only like to go out with
him for a show or a little dane
ing. The shock, however, was in
what he said about firing me.
i like my work, and 1 know
that he could make enough
trouble IN short while to get
me fired.
I went over to see Molly Par.
sons Sunday afternoon. She
was just getting ready to go
out with some boy friend and
wanted me to come along but
/ wouldn't make a threesome.
I told her all about what had
happened.
That's what you get for 60
ing out with cheap skates-life
is too short for that, Kit-pick
the rich boys. But here's what
do, get in early tomorrow
and go and see Mr.. Thornton.
He thinks you are just the cats
pajamas anyway. Tell him
what happened"
Molly's advice was good.
I was waiting for MI. Thorn
ton at the door to his little Of
flee when he got in Monday. l
told him the whole thing.
I'm doing this because I
know Austin will begin making
complaints about me Mr..
Thornton" I explained.
Don't worry, Miss Mason
only remember this, sporting Is
for those who can afford it.
We working people cannot ex:
pect to be playing around all
the time. Austin couldn't af-
ford the price and you can't
afford TO- waste your health
with late hours and drinking,
or to endanger your reputa-
ton"
The RetOrt Snappy
Carl Austin marched I'D and
down the shop aisle that day
as if I didn't exist. Molly
grinned at him every time he
passed, but I pretended to see
right through him. Late in the
afternoon, however, he came
and looked back of the counter.
"This is slovenly-keep it neat
or / shall have to report you"
he snapped.
"You needn't bother. I'll tell
Mr.. Thornton what you Said." I
answered.
Then I gave him my sweetest
smile.
He leaned over and scowled
at me.
I'm go above Thornton" ne
growled.
"I'll tell him you said So"
Once more the smile.
He hurried away, but was
waiting for me when I got to
the sidewalk. I tried to pass
him, but he stopped me.
isn't there any way l can
apologize, Miss Mason?"
ANY way you wish. If you
hadn't called me down about
the floor back counter I would
never have remembered that
you existed"
Cant we be friendS?"
I'VE don't have to be enc
mics: let's let it go at that, Mr..
AUSTIN" I said.
Refuses His Hand
He smiled and extended his
hand, but I hurried on, pre-
tending not to see it.
Dolly Hawkins caught up