Judge — April 25, 1925 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Alone With the Boss (1 MeSadden True Story ofthe Snares ina Business Office of a Wicked City) A's fat last in her little hall hed- 4% po0om, Mary MeFee threw her- self on the iron bed and burst into tears. Ithad been a hard day at the office, what with all the thousand and one tasks that were hers—and what. did she get for it? A measly $18 a week, She wouldn't stand it any longe And the bos little too familiar of 1 morning he that unsaver has on his ad been a only this ud looked at her with steer like the villain cin the movies when he gets the girl alone in a private room at the roadhouse. She couldn't stand it any longer! She wouldn't be any man’s slave! S| was through! The long hours were killing her. Didn't she work from se morning until six-thirty ning? Tl say she didn’t! “Ts your new girl good at making beds?” “Yes, but she lies down on the job.” “4 padded cell, oh, boy! No com- muting rush, no radio, no crossword puzdes, no dizzy mories—and I'm crazy!” But the casual remark he had made to-day when they were alone for a few minutes after lunch was too much! Much too much! She could see him yet as he came over to her chair and, leaning close to her car, had whispered the hateful, forbidden words, That one terse sentence burned like fire in her soul. She wouldn't work for him any longer! She couldn't! Her very being cried out against it! Not after those ter- rible, unforgettable words. Rather starvation than to continue in his emy ‘To-morrow she would not goback, She dared not! She could not trust: herself—for those searing words he had uttered were these, to the cashier, you dumb Dora, and get your pay! You're fired!” Nate Collier ony Life is like a game of cards—the Queen always follows the Jack. comicbooks.com