The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-01-24

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 A staff of seven girls, under di- rection of the librarian, Mrs. Cert rude Frese, keeps the stock in or- der, waits upon the customers, and sends out new directories ordered by mail.
 There is stock room in which are stacked, in proper order, du- plicate directories from all Amer ican cities, and the larger cities of the world. There is constant de- mand for these. Firms that want to circularize certain areas are the most important customers. New Jersey is the state whose director ies are most in demand, 2ennsyl- vania next. The company issues an elaborate price list of director les, which are supplied at actual cost. For instance, 1t might inter- est you to know that you can get a directory of Mombasa and Nair- obi, Kenya Colony, Africa, for 90 cents, one of Wichita for 35 cents, while directory of the whole of Italy will cost you eleven dollars. Gallipolis, O., IS cents.
 Mrs. Frese, a good-looking young woman, recently married, rose to her peculiarly specialized job through the proofreading room of the directory department of the company. She worked in various departments of different tele- phone companies in California and New York, but showed so much interest in directories that she was routed through all phases of this work to her present place.
 It requires some tact to handle the directory reading public. A good many shoestring organiza' tions try to move in with Q staff and spend days copying out soli- citation lists. These people have to to be told politely that the facili- ties of the library are limited and must be passed around.
 At the Weylin, in the East Eff ties, a lively crowd gathers every night to play and listen to rather hectic entertainment. There's a good pianist, two or three up-to- now singers, and this and that. The room is small and crowded and full of smoke: the music is very loud. All contributions to the typical New York evening of
 whoopee.
 By way of contrast, a quiet, pro- fessional, middle-aged chap goes about among the tables, reading character and telling something about your past and future from handwriting. Oh yes, you put down the date of your birth in the sample of your writing.
 This man, R. J. Callman, one of the best of the graphologists, used to sit in a dignified office and wait for clients. Like so many others in these times, he now finds 1t more profitable to go out among the prospects and look for business.
 don't know just how much is luck with these pseudo-scientists. Most of them are not so good most of the time.
 MT. Callman told me, on the oc- casion of a pleasant dinner at the Weylin more than a year ago, that some time in February or March, 1888. would drop the work I was then engaged in and take up a new task, similar in nature to what I had been doing, and that this new work would quickly gain recognition from coast to coast" Without warning, toward the end of February, was called upon to take over the writing of this col- umn. Rather uncanny, be 1t luck or what-not, don't you think?
 Linton Wells, adventurer, world girdler, writer, left lately for Eu- rope with his charming blonde wife. Before leaving, he hopped out to Denver to have a visit with the Wells's pet leopard. Shocks, given to a zoo when New York poe lice wouldn't permit the couple to keep Shocks in their apartment any longer.
 Snooks, who hadn't seen her old master for a year, recognized him at once, crawled all over him, put her head in his lap and purred like an airplane motor.
 Copyright 1889, McNaught