Judge — November 23, 1929 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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The Beast of Business What Happened After Office Hours Nothing would have induced me to tell my story of disillusionment were it not for the fact that I hope my experience will cause some other uirl to hesitate before she agrees to stay after office hours to help the hoss “clean up some accumulated work.” I had been working for Mr. Apple- tree for three years. During that t he had often been a little flirta- tious and given to making racks.” Once or twice when IT had finished taking stenographic notes, he had reached over and held my hand for a moment or two. On the whole, however, he had shown himself thoughtful and considerate until... One afternoon as I was shutting my typewriter early, for I had a heavy date with my boy friend that night, M “wise sauntered over to my de a lot of work n up, Miss Yifnif,” he said. Would you mind staying down to help me tonight?” Believing it a girl's duty to give her employer any sary, must confess now I neve assistance though I would have ad I known what was in store for” After the rest of the staff had left the office, Mr. Appletree rang for me and I entered his private room, note-book and sharpened pen- cils in hand. “Sit down, Muriel,” he With a shock I realized he alled me by my first name ‘You certainly have lovel neces I consented to sta said. never before. auburn WE'RE CARRYING POLES TO N “Oh, Mater—True Story Magazine just sent me a check for my autobiography!” hair,” he commented as he lit one of his fifty-cent cigars. “Thank you, sir,” I answered as a blush tinged my cheeks. “Draw your chair up closer,” he id, “so 1 won't have to shout my Well, there's little more to add to the tale of that night. He kept me in his office until after eleven o'clock, the wretch! He left me disillusioned and disappointed, the beast! And what have 1 got to show for my experience? Nothing, absolutely nothing. He was a perfect gentle- Think of it! If he had acted ntly, 1 could have sold my periences to True ‘) And I hope my experience will be a warning to other girls to pause a moment before they waste th evenings with men of Mr. Appletree’s stamp. —Artuvr L. Lirpaann WCASTLE, DEFIED THE DAUNTLESS DUO “Why aren't you doing your lesson, varmint?” asked Miss Westburp. “I ain't got no pen,” groused Georgie.” Westburp. closet; it’s full of bogies.” “She’s been dead three years!” giggled Georgie. “. “You ai 19 1? Where’s your grammer, dope?” flogged the w gee, ma, don’t send me to the clothes