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TrirJ 5EE: OMAHA. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 26. 1920.
The Little Dream House)
By MRS. LILY WAN DEL.
"Jt's going to be great to live in
kitchenette apartment for while,"
laughed Melanie happily, "while we
save for our little dream home."
"And you will keeo your position
then?" asked Cousin Emily shaking
her head in disapproval.
"Just for a year, until we have
enough for the first payment on our
little bungalow. Why, a year will
sli'i around before we know it! Har
old and 1 have made a very solemn
agreement about the finances. Here's
the savings book and we each have
to deposit one-third of our weekly
income towards the first payment
on our little love home! Oh, I'm
the happiest girl"
"You can't keep house and work
in an office at the same time."
dampened Emily, "besides agree
ments are generally made to 'be
broken." And she left the house
very dubious about Cousin Mclanie's
chances for happiness. , .
' But Mclanie's spirits were not
dampened, and Harold . was even
more enthusiastic than she! They
v had gone over the details again and
again. Breakfast would be a simple
, atfair, a hot meal in a restaurant at
noon together and a delightful lit
tle chafing-dish supper at home. The
main thing was the little savings
hook. They promised each other
faithfully to take a third of their sal
ary each week and put it in a little
chamois bag, and every Mondav
morning Melanie would deposit the
contents at the savings bank.
4The pretty little wedding and glori
ous, honeymoon trip were over and
Harold and Melanie settled down in
their cosy little rest. ' Everything
w as exactly as they had planned only
10 times more delightful than Me
lanie had expected. Saturday night
Melanie brought out the little
chamois bag and carefully counted
thrill in till hacr Harnlil nrnmnttv
dropped in twice the amount and Me
lanie tied up the bag. Monday morn
ing she proudly deposited the money.
The fifth Saturday night Melanie
pretended to forget all about the
cjiamois bag, but Harold asked for
it. Then came the dreadful, sobbing
confession. She was so sorry and so
ashamed hut the little ovcrblouse had
been reduced from $18 to $10 and it
was abargain and so pretty, but of
course she would take it back..
Harold kissed her tears away anil
insisted that she keep the pretty
waist. - '..
On the sixth Saturday .Melanie
proudly put her share in the bag
and then extended it to her husband.
But Harold kept his hands in his
pockets and looked very gloomy.
"I haven't eot it this Saturday,
dear, I met old Tom Barr he was
down and nearly out had to loan
him.fiuV" ,
"But,Haro1d," remonstrated his
wife, "after: , all we said about not
loaning ny money; , Aren't you in
. terested in our little dream house?"
"Melanie, you did not; have your
share last week!" .
An angry reply came to Melanie's
lips, but she smothered it. What
was the use of saving when Harqld
took so little interest and gave their
dream house money to a good-for-uothing
friend? . . r .
On the next Saturday Melanie
again brought out the bag, but she
did not drop her share in. simply ex
tended it to Harold, who looked very
uneasy, anJ disturbed.
"Well?" queried Melanie a little
tartly.
'T itian itpar Tntn Rarr " .,
Melanie threw the little 9hamois
bag in the scrap basket. "So youVe
loaned him money again ??' she cried
with flushed, angry cheeks. . ;
- "See here, Melanie, Tom's tlone me
many a good turn and" But Me
lanie ran in the little bedroom; she
. would Jnot listen to his poor excuses.
' After-that neither mentioned the
savings book nor the little dream
house. Cousin Emily came xften
and sometimes carried Melanie off
tor, a day or two. Harold noticed
that his. wife had many new blouses
and hats, but he simply admired
them, never asked where she had
gotten the money to buy them.
Months passed, the young couple
i made new friends and their evenings
' were never spent alone. Sometimes
when Melanie came across the little
savings book a bitter feeling chokcdl
her heart. It hurt her deeply mat
Harold did not mention the dream
house any more, that he seemed sat
isfied to go on living as they were in
a Iiiy, sum v aijai iintifi, his vvhc
working. . With envious eyes she
witched her young married friends
move to little suburban homes, hut
never bv a word or look did she be
tray to Harold that she was extreme
ly .tni happy.
'More than a year had passed since
Harold and Melanie had made the
first deposit in the savings bank.
Melanie thought of this as she came
home very tired and discouraged.
In the mail box she found a letter
vfrom Cousin Emily, urging her to
give up her position and come out
to the country for an indefinate vaca
, tion. Melaine shook her head; she
could not leave Harold; they had not
drifted that far yet. Further con
sideration was cut short by the ring
ing of the telephone. It was Harold.
He would not be home for supper;
he was going to have a bite with
Tom Barr Melanie did not want to
hear anymore, but in a white heat
clicked the receiver hi place.
After an hour of angry, bitter
.linking Melanie went to the bed
room' and. pulled out her steamer
trunk and began preparations to pack.
It was useless to go on her husband
her married life was one big dis
appointment. When Harold came in about 9
o'clock he found his wife strapping
her trunk.
"What does this mean?" he de
manded slowlyl
- "It means that I am sick and tired
of working and living in a couple
of rooms with no hope, no" object
ahead! 'It means that I am tired
of seeirig you spend your money
on that Tom Bar. and" her voice
choking with : sobs. "I am bitterly
disappointed in you! You. yes, who
lied to me about saving for our
dream house I was fool enough to
helive yon!" Here Melane flung
herself across the bed weeping
hysterically. . y
"Melanie! I thought you did not
care about it any more youever
inentiored saving!" He sat down on
the bed and drew Melanie in the
THE GUMPS
TO? A WAHt OV , F hOHEN U-.V 60T;tN.MlRt- .WKER. CAT OF OUR V iSaS SonST
CO)V.tH"T W A, TMR. OF V I WOWW 6oCJT A.N& ': f "THEM VflTU A tJMT. tW
$oot vt;e thousand wcks
COMrTr W A
WE 6tt.0)NT NO 6
tBN VOCK ,VWt THt.
More Truth
By JAMES J..
AN APOLOGY
Tucked firmly away in our dome,
A foolish idea we had
That wicked Paree was the home
Of all that was tawdry and bad.
We fancied the folks on the Rue de la Paix
The Castiglione and the Rivoli,
Had aSout as much soul as an omelet souffle,
Andwere dreadfully trifling and frivoly. , .
The minute the jazz hit the town ' ; .
With its trombones and cymbals and gongs,
We said with a sardonic frown : ' .
"At last is it where it belongs.
Those nimble limbed frogs and their short-skirted wives
Will shimmy and shiver and trot it,
And make it a fad for the rest of their lives
While we over here have forgot it."
' " . '
But after a couple of years,
Parisians complained with a groan
TJiat their sensitive musical cars
Were hurt by the braying trombone.
And so from the Gare St. Lazare to the Seine
The dancing pavilions were raided,
And now for the cymbals wou listen in vain
, For jazzing has utterly faded.
Whereas in the land of the free,
In Boston or Philly or Chi, t
Wherever you happen to bo
The jazz is still running on high. ,
And so though we fancied that light in their minds
These folk dwelling over the sea are, .
If one looks arouhd in this country one finds
That the French are far saner than we are.
PLENTY OF APPLICANTS -
By March 4 the labor situation will be so much relieved that Mr.
Harding will be able to fill his cabinet without spending much mopy in
want ads.
ON THE CONTRARY
The league of nations is not as lucky as the tariff sed to be in
the old days. It won't be revised by its friends. 0
AND FOCH AGREES WITH US
It wasn't nice of the Tiger of France to bite the hand that fed him
victory. ! , .
(Copyright, 1920, By The Betl Syndicate, Inc )
curveof his arm. "Listen, dear, I
did give Tom Barr our dream house
money for five weeks in succession.
I knew you would' 'not understand,
but I trusted Tom and . he paid it
back long ago with interest. Not
only that, but he is well established
in the real estate brokerage, and, fur
thermore, I saw him tonight about
building our little bungalow. To
morrow noon we'll, go over to his
office and look at plans."
"But, Harold" Melanie cried, ut
terly bewildered, yet a golden, happy
smile breaking through the rain of
tears" how can we pay the first
payment?" y
"Oh, I saved, hoiiey girl, just the
same. You never mentioned our lit
tle dream house and I saw new
clothes, new hats, and I concluded
vou did not care. I never dreamed
that you were so unhappy about it, i
or 1 would nave toja youi
"Harold," whispered Melanie,
snuggling closer, "I did care dread
fully, and was awfully angry tonight,
but I never in the world would have
left you open the trunk and see
there's not a' thing in it! I just
wanted to scare you! . And the new
clothes Coilsin Emily1 gave me
them! I have a little bank book all
of my own every week I put away
my third!"
Harold closed her. lips with his
own in rapt adoration. After a little
while Melanie said softly. "When
our little house is built and we are
nicely settled our very first dinner
guest will be Tom Barr!"
I'M THE GUY
I'M THE GUY who stands his
girl up on . a date.
And' why not? If f get a chance
to go some place where there's more
fun. or to sit in on a little game with
the boys, I don't see why I should
bother .-.bout the girl. I can see her
any tiije. I prefer the company of
the fellows once in a while.
It's a bad practice, anyhow, to let
our sweetie get the idea you're al
ways Johnny-on-the-spot, the only
reliable, the white-haired boy. When
you do, it's goodnight to all liberty.
If she doesn't like it. let her say
so. Of course, it won't do any good,
but it may be a relief to her feelings.
Scoldings or tears don't affect me
in the least. Thev just go in one
car and out the other.
Getting sore about it doesn't help
either. Either let her overlook my
failing to keep a date, or get another
John.
Capyrisltt, Thompiun feature Service.
-
A THOUSAND BUCKS WOULDN'T PAY THE WAR
TiMR. OF
yOS&
5UD-
Than Pdetry
MONTAGUE
Dog Hill Paragrafs
-By George Bingham
Raz Barlow took a look through
the old family album this morning
and then examined himself sight
good in the looking glass, and says
there has been a wonderful im
provement in the family in the past
generation. i
One of the , well-knOwti " citizens
of Rye Straw died last week. He
was liked ,by all who knew him, be
ing patient; and generous to a fault,
never having refused a man a match.
Atlas . Peck's wife started' him to
the store this morning to buy some
thing, but he forgot what he, sent
him ..after, thereby saving at least 25
cents. )j
State Representative M . '
Claims Record Corn Crop
Central City, Neb., Nov. ;25
(SpeciaU Theo M. Osterman, state
representative, is claiming a record
yield of corn this year. Thaet large
fields are" averaging 80, 85 and 90
bushels, respectively.
Observe Thanksgiving Day. '
Central City, Neb., Nov. 25.
(Special.) Uuiou Thanksgiving
services were held in the Friends
church. Rev. O. U Smith, state
secretary of the Nebraska Christian
Missionary society of Bethany, Neb.,
delivered the address, .
$HOCTAWWTTDeS0OB TtEZOK) 35. SUCKS ) J Wr W 'stuff - 1
Holding a Husband
Adele Garrison's New Phase of
Revelations of a Wife
The Way Dicky Took the News,
' "What were you telling that
woman , about me? my mother-in
law demanded, as I came back into
the room at her peremptory sum'
mons.
"Just that you were ill," I prevari
cated. 1 suppose Mandy told her.
"You suppose no such thing 1" she
snapped, rising on one elbow, while
her feverish, inflamed eyes held mine.
"I distinctly heard 'the word influ
enza, and that Mrs. Lukens isn't the
woman to,go running around poking
her he.ad into somebody else's busi
ness unless she was sent for. Now,
I want to know the truth. Have
you sent for a doctor?"
Thus cornered, I had no other
course but to admit the facts.
"Yes, I have," I said, a bit de
fiantly. "There's no use in mincing
matters, but your symptoms seem
like influenza to me, although they
may signify nothing at all but a
hard cold. But with the possibility
in view, I certainly want a physi
cian's decision on the matter. I dare
not take the responsibility of your
treatment ort myself.
f "Well, that's the first time I ever
knew you to be afraid to assume
any kind of responsibility, or to boss
any job!" she retorted, a bit un
pleasantly, then she burst into a fit
of paroxysmal coughing' which is an
invariable accompaniment of the
bronchial type of influenza, and her
face contorted with fear and horror,
"Oh, Margaret 1" she gaspad.Nvhen
she could speak. It hurts me so to
cough here." she put her hand
upon .her chest. "Do you suppose
I'm going to have pneumonia?
I gently lowered her to the bed
again I had raised her in my arms
when the paroxysm seized her and
spoke far more convincingly than I
felt, for the fear of pneumonia for
my mother-in-law was almost as
much an obsession with me as it al
ways 'thas been with her. t
Mother Graham's Terror.
"What utter nonsense!" I said.
"Don't you remember that influenza
cough we all had last winter?
Doesn't the tightness and the sore
ness all center in just one place
where the cough catches you here?"
;, I indicated the place on my own
chest, where I well remembered the
agonizing catch of the influenza
cough, and her eyes brightened per
ceptibly. "Yes, it does. I remember now
you all complained of it. But I don't
care how bad it is if I only don't
have pneumonia. Do you remember
the time I barely escaped it when
I first came to live with you?"
; Did I remember it? Would I ever
forget that strenuous time when my
mother-in-law, a hostile stranger,
had just arrived in our home and
been seized with a serious illness?
The figures of that long ago experi
ence came flitting to my mind, the
tactless, "bossy" nurse whom my
mother-in-law ordered from the
house after one day's experience!
The gentle, but marvelously efficient
personality of Katherine Sonnot, the
beautiful girl whom I had learned
to love as a sister, and who had
brought Dicky's cantankerous
mother through to convalescence
with a skill and tenderness that had
won her patient's heart completely.
Disorganized Conditions.
"I can't have Katherine take care
of me, or Dr. Pettit either." my
mother-in-law said reflectively.
"Hardly." I smiled."with one out
west and the other at the eastern
end of Long Island."
"How do you know Dr. Pettit
is at the eastern end of Long
Island?" my mother-in-law snapped
me up quickly and suspiciously,
but I did not resent it. I was actu
ally glad to have her mind taken
off her dread of pneumonia.
"I thought I told you that I met
him while I was out there last sum
mer," I replied nonchalantly. "He
had taken the practice of another
physician at Sag Harbor. Of course,
I don't know whether or not he is
still there." . , .
"You told me nothing," she re
torted. "But I- don't blame you.
His acquaintanceship isn't anything
to brag about."
A caustic retort was on my
tongue, for though Dr. Pettit some
times perplexes me, yet he has al
ways proved, himself a faithful
friend, and he' had been most at
tentive in my mother-in-laVs ill-''
ness. But I forced it back, busied
myself with putting Mother Gra
ham's clothing' in the closet and
tidying her room for the physician's
visit .-'-'
I was on my way to the kitchen
to replenish a hot water bag when
Dicky rushed. into the hall, his face
aglow with excitement. r
"Come in here,"vhe commanded,
opening the door of our room. "I
have such a surprise for you."
. "You'll, have to tell me. here." I
replied hurriedly. "Your mother is
ill r I am afraid, influenza. L have
sent for Dr. Paige, and I have but
a second or two. What is it?
Over Dicky's face flashed a look
of dismay.
"I I can't tell you now," he said.
"Perhaps I can't have it if mother's
sick. Is she in her room? I'll go
right in to see her."
The wedding ri:ip takes its origin
from the bracelet, which was re
garded among th? ancient Egyptians
as the symbol of marriage,
SL&EPY-TIMEjrA LES
CHAPTER X.
Mr. Crow Scolds Sandy.
When he finally reached home,
after bandy Chipmunk had been
working for him all day, Mr. Crow
was feeling very pleasant. You
know, he thought that his winter's
food must be in his house. And
that alone is enough to make any
one happy. But what Mr. Crow
'There trouble enough
liked most 'about hjs bargain was
the fact that he wouldn't have to
pay gindy for his work. He had
said to Sandy: "I'll agree to give you
half what you gather for me." And
Sandy Chipmunk had never stopped
to think that that was not any pay
at all. For he might have gathered
the food for himself, and had air,
instead of only half of it. As it
was, Sandy Chipmunk was paying
hjmself for working for Mr. Crow.
And Mr. Crow seemed to be the
only one that was wise enough to
know it. . .
Mr. Crow dropped down-upon the
ground beside Sandy Chipmunk.
"Well," he said, "have you fin
ished?" . j
"Yes!" Sandy answered. "And
I hope you'll like what I've done.
I'll wait here until you fly up to
your house and look at the food."
"Ill right!" Mr. Crow told him.
He flapped his big, black wings.
And soon he had risen to the top of
the tall elm.
Sandy watched him as he looked
inside his house. At first Mr. Crow
only stared and said nothing. And
then to Sandy's astonishment he
began to scold.
"What's the trouble?'' Sandy
Chipmunk called. ' ' ' .
"Trouble?" Mr. Crow cried, as he
flew down again. "There's trouble
enough. Why, you haven't kept
your bargain!" ' -' ' -
Sandy Chipmunk declared that he
had done exactly as he had agreed.
"I brought load after load of food
to the foot of this tree," he ex
plained. "Half of it I took for my
self just as you suggested. Of
course, I had to pay Frisky Squir
rel for helping me. I paid him half
the food for carrying it up to your
house."
"That's is!" Mr. Crow cried.
"That's the trouble! You took half
and Frisky Squirrel took half. So of
course there was n6 food left for
me. There are two halves in a
whole, you know."
"You must be mistaken," Sandy
told him politely. "There's only one
half, in my hole. I "put my half
there myself, and I ought to know."J
Mr. exow looked as it he thougnt
Sandy Chipmunk must be playing
a trick on him. But pretty soon he
saw that it; was not so. , ;
"You -don't seem to understand,"
WHY
Do We Speak of "Making" a
Bed?
Copyright 1920 Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.
" When a housewife remarks that
she "has to go upstairs and make,,
the beds" she docs, not, of course
mean it literally. The beds them
selves have already been made or
manufactured in the factory. The
morning task is only to spread the ,
sheets, plump up the pillows and:
arrange the ' spread. But the '
phrase itself goes back to a time
when beds really , had to be.
'made" freshly" every time a
guest retired for the night.
Wright, in his "Domestic Man4
ners of the Middle Ages," ex
plains the matter by stating that
in the 14th century "people had
few spare chambers, especially
furnished ones, and in the sim-
plicity of ' medieval manners
guests were obliged to sleep either
in the same room with the family
or, more usually, in the hall,
where beds were arranged for'
them on the floor or on benches.
'Making' a bed was therefore a
phrase true in its literal sense, but
the bed. when made, consisted
merely of a heap of straw with a
sheet 'thrdwn over it anj fre
quently the sheet was omitted."
i hi
TAX
Drawn for The Bee by Sidney Smith
THE, TALE. OP
SAND'
i
Mr. Crow said. "I don't believe
you've. ever studied fractions."
Sandy Chipmunk admitted that he
never had. I
"Ah!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "This
is what, comes of" hiring stupid
people to work for one. Here I've
wasted all my corn. And I get
nothing for it but trouble."
' "Corn!" Sandy Chipmunk 'ex
claimed. "I don't know anything
about any corn!"
"Well, you certainly are stupid!"
Mr. Crow told him crossly. "Didn't
you spend the whole day gathering
corn for mel"
"No, indeldl" Sandy replied. "I
gathered beechnuts, Mr. Crow."
"Beechnutsl" Mr. Crow repeated.
"I never told you I wanted nuts.
I'd starve, trying to live on nuts;
for they don't -agree with me at all.
And I make if a rule never to eat
them. Corn is what I want."
"You didn't say so," Sandy Chip
munk said. And every one knows
there's no better food than beech
nuts to last through the winter."
"That" said Mr. Crow "that is
where we do not agree. I sup
posed you knew I wanted corn.
But there's no great harm done,
anyhow," he added. "Tomorrow
you can gather corn' for me now.
that you know what I want. No
doubt you can get Frisky Squirrel
to help you again. But you must
pay him with your share of the corn
not with mine."
"But then there wouldn't be anyJ
left for me, Sandy objected.
"But just think of all the beech
nuts you have," Mr.. Crow re
minded him.
Sandy Chipmunk shook his head.
"I'm afraid I'm too stupid to work
for you any more," he- told Mr.
Crow.
"Oh! I didn't mean what I said,"
Mr. Crow hastened to explain.
"Then" Sandy said "then how
do I know that vou mean what you
say when you tell me you want corn
to eat?"
And Mr. Crow could find no an
swer to that. He was disappointed,
too. For he was afraid he would
have to go south to spend the
winter, after all.
(Copyright, 'Goset & Durtlap.)
Legion Auxiliary Is
Organized at Columbus
Columbus. Neb., Nov. 25. (Spe
ll.) A ladies' auxilary or the
American Legion post was organ
ized here. The officers elect are:
Mrs. Otto F. Walter, president; Mrs.
Jay Hensley, vice president; Miss
Lydia Weaver, treasurer, and Mrs.
W. R. Neumarker, secretary. An
executive committee consisting of
Mrs. Lowell Walker, Mrs. C. D.
Evans and Mrs.. Zelah Loornis was
appointed.
Raise Fund to Aid Columbus
Man Whose Honie Burned
Columbus, Neb., Nov. 25. (Spe
cial.) A subscription movement
was started here tor the benefit of
Henry Utesh, whose house burned
Tuesday morAing. Several hundred
dollars have been raised.
Utesh had just bought the prop
erty, paying $900 for it. The loss
was complete with no insurance. He
is a section employe and has a wife
and three small children.
Towels,
Sheets,
Pillow
Cases
GREAT PRICE REDUC
TIONS AT BOWEN'S
: , Right now is the -on
portune time to buy, es- I
pecially of those things j
that are in use daily.'
Never in our history have
we been able to offer i
such wonderful Value
Giving as now.
This, is especially true
in Towels, Sheets, Pillow
Cases. and Bed Spreads.
Manyjare being offered
right now at about one
half price.
You need wait no
longer for lower prices
they're here right now
at Bowen'.
And, as usual, you
make your own terms.
Advertisement.
i,b:J
Parents Problems
V. bhould children be allowed o
Ktve away or exchange presents
triven them? 1
As a general rule, this should be
discouraged; children should early
learn to regard a gift as an expres
sion of affection, not as a thing in
itself. However, if a book-loving
.child should be given a foot ball and
a ball-loving child a book of fairy
tales, an exchange might be per
mitted. And. occasionally, a present
that furnishes a child with no pleas
ure might be given to some one who
can enjoy it. '
AIM THEM EN T8.
Ml
A Tonight
J Saturday 1
And
Sat.
Saturday Matinee
The Famous Grand FRITZI
and Comic Opera CJ?pp
In the Mtiiical Comedy Hit, '
. "GLORIANNA" '
NighU, 50c to ?2.50. Matinee, SOc to $2
Starting
Ndkt Sunday
EMPRESS
Two
Shows in
One
Pauline Saxon anJ sister in "Follies In
Vaudeville;" O'Brian, Manager and Pro
prietor; La toy A Vesta; Arthur Huston
A Co. Photoplay attraction Edgar
Lewis presents "A Beggar in Purple."
Mack Sennett Comedy, Fox News.
"OMAHA'S FUN CENTER"
tUtnSi&'Ti D'y Mat., 15c to 75c
ffAJVj1&&J Nites, 25c to $1 .25
DAVE MARION'S OWN CO.
'."'.UriD OF IMPOSSIBLE KSfi
With EmM (Jazz) Caiper and Irnmtnw cut. 7
Byron Broi. Saxo Band 7. Typical Msrlon Beauty
Chorut. Thankiqlvlne Day Matlitet at 3:00.
LADIES' DIME MATINEE WEEK DAYS
Sat.. Mat.. Vk.: Chaa. Howard In "Snappy Snaps"
'Thanksgiving
Matinee -Today 2:45 '
Tonight 8:15
MARIE A MARY McFARLAND;
"BREATH OF SPRING"; ADLER &
DUNBAR JIMMY LUCAS with FRAN
CENE; "La Craciosa"; Ray Coniin;
Elly; "Topics of the Day"; Kinograms.
Matinees 15c to SOc; few 75c and $1.00
Saturday and Sunday. Nights 15c to
$1.25.
PHOTO PLAYS.
TWO DAYS MORE
Cupid, the
Cow Puncher
Starring Will Rogers .
Reuter 3c Paul's Native
HAWAIIAN
SERENADERS
Sunshine Moonshine Comedy
His Noisy Still
''' Starting Sunday
"THE BRANDING IRON"
PICKFORD
In the Mile-a-Minute Drama of
a Young Millionaire
"THE MAN WHO HAD
EVERYTHING"
liiilkliLiacJNdktt Sunday
, Popular Matinee Wednesday
Best Seats $1.00.
V TWO DAYS MORE
unui
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Common Sense
' Be a Little Ahead of the Job.
By J.'J. MUNDY. '
Don't be so set in your habits that
you cannot adjust yourself, if com
pelled to vary your uAual schedule.
Don't be mechanical, merely run
ning along as directed, but able to
do nothing unless your efforts are
supervised. .
The really valuable man has initi
ative and good judgment, a combi
nation which is hard to bear.
When a man has the forging
ahead, progressive spirit and the
balance to keep him from carrying it
too far, an employer does not have
to watch him constantly, neither
docs he feel afraid of him.
It requires a lot of thought to be
come this sort of a man and constant
study to remain this kind of a work
man or supervisor.
You seem to be content if carry
ing out instructions to the letter.
To a certain degree you are valuable,-
but what about the day of
emergency arc you alert enough o
recognize an unusual heed?
You fear that your employer
might object, to ' "any chants you
might make, but that thought need
not keep you from the habit of hav
ing your eyes and ears open to hear
what is going on, and note results
and profit by your observation ia
time of stress.
(Copyright. It2. hy International Feature
Service. Inc.)
Philadelphia, with its 7(10 mills,
giving employment to 225,000 men
and women, with a normal payroll
of over $2,000,000 a week, is the tex
tile center of the world.
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