Judge — June 24, 1922 — page 14: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SOMETHING WRONG “My wife is displeased with the house as you have designed it. Movie people are continually asking to use it.” “As a palace?” “No, as a jail.” Business vs. Pleasure By Lisle Bell PLEASANT rattle of typewriters greets him as he enters his office. Stenographers lift their heads and smile without missing a key. Inside his private partition, an elec- tric fan drones soothingly. He notices that it is ten o’clock—he is a little later than usual owing to having gone two blocks out of his way to follow a pretty girl. He sits down at his desk and lights an_after-breakfast cigar. He summons his stenographer by pressing a button. Through the curling blue smoke, he observes her. She is wearing gray pumps this morning, instead of tan ones. Gray is a cool color, he meditates— cooler than tan. This morning’s skirt is two inches longer than yesterday’s, he calculates. He dictates a letter. This morning's blouse is ten per cent. more enticing than yesterday’s, he com- putes, He dictates another letter. The shorter skirt was more becom- ing, he would say with reference to same. He dictates another letter. This morning’s blouse is altogether chic, he remains, ete. He invites his stenographer out to lunch, * * E returns to the office at two- thirty. He lights his second after-luncheon cigar. He sits down at his desk. Through the curling blue smoke, he thinks over the luncheon. She made a snappy appearance in the restaurant, he recalls. Several men at near-by tables gave him noticeably envious looks. (Continued on page 32)