Central High School - Cog N Pen Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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THE REVEILLE

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THE REVEILLE

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THE REVEILLE AAA eee THE LAST NOTCH. Suggested by a story in the “Black Cat.” By Gustav Patz. Poor Tom Bailey, Manager of the Public Stenographic Concern, was in desperate straits. Why: do you ask? Well, you see, Tom was a young man, possibly twenty-five years of age, who had set up in busi- ness as a public stenographer in the prominent business street of his home town, a concern of which he was the owner and manager. His business had so increased that, after vain efforts to dispense with out- side assi he was at last compelled to engage a stenographer. To repeat, Tom was the whole concern, except that authoritative, supreme functionary of any blooming, prosperous business—THE В! SS. Sad to relate, Tom coul ` anything but that—any step in the scale of office positions was graced by his portly personage but to be supreme master of all irvey was an ideal, an aspiration to be striven for. When Tom finally d that he must have an assistant in the ıu, he was at a loss to get competent help; words, an assistant who would not only turn out immaculate whose pleasing, attractive personality would act as a booster to the business, as it were; that is, attract trade. What was more natural and more logical then that Tom should engage a female stenographer? His advertisement calling for a “young lady of sterling ability and of attractive personality was answered by a veritable host of Miss Stenog- raphers—in fact it was siege in the true sense of the word, until poor Tom, bewildered, confused by the storm, had summarily disposed of the horde of applicants and installed a young lady as stenographer who would, in his estimation, fill the most exacting requirements of the position. His choice, in short, was a good one. His typist was a wonder— neat. accurate work, skill in the use of the machine—a find, to be sure. And not only this; she was the proverbial typist—beautiful as a picture, courteous and obliging, and Tom awaited the results of his new venture with great expectations. Business increased—things were going smoothly—in fact, it seemed too good to last, and Tom was already congratulating himself on his success, when One day, about closing time, his stenographer, addressing him, said: Mr. Bailey, a word with you, please? I—— Why, certainly, Miss Blake, exclaimed Tom, with his usual courtesy. I wish to say, she continued, that I shall resign my position be- cause, because——.” she continued, blushing rosily, I am engaged to be married. I—— “Married?” echoed Tom, in dismay. Surely you can’t mean that!” “To be sure, Mr. Bailey,” returned the stenographer. “PIL double your salary. What is wrong with your position? Say the word, and the wrong shall be adjusted. I'll do anything in the world if you will only stay. Do stay!” “Hardly, Mr. Bailey,” she replied, with a smile. “If Mr. Richardson, my be—— “So that’s the fellow who’s trying to spirit you away, is it? And опе of our regular customers, too.” For, you know, this “picture” of a stenographer could not help attract- ing the attention of the lawyers, doctors and other professional men who called at the Public Stenographic Bureau on business, and Mr. Richardson, a rising young doctor, fell a victim to her charms and then