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NORTH SHORE BREEZE. 
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A CALL DOWN. 
The Office Boy’s Comment When the 
Kick Got to Him. 
“Good morning, Johnson,” said 
the president when the general 
manager stood before him. “Do 
you know there seems to have been 
a little falling off in the work of 
the office for the last month? No 
catastrophe or anything of that 
sort, you know, but the standard of 
efficiency seems to have lowered 
just a little. I merely wanted to 
call your attention to it. Nothing 
more. Nice day, isn’t it?” 
“Say, Brunner,” said the general 
manager to the office manager, “do 
you know your office force is falling 
down? Well, it is. For the period 
just passed there has been a drop in 
your system that made considerable 
trouble. Id jerk somebody up if I 
were you. A hint to the wise, you 
know.” 
“Wilson,” said the office manager 
to the chief clerk, “come here. I 
want to tell you one thing, and that 
is that there’s got to be a change in 
the way things are going around 
this dump. Do you hear me? 
What’s the matter? What’s the 
matter! That’s a fine question from 
you! What isn’t the matter is the 
proper thing to ask. Things have 
been going to the dogs for a month 
past. I’m not laying the fault at 
your door—all of it anyhow—but 
you know what that means, falling 
down. Get a hustle on you, now, 
and see that your clerks don’t keep 
- falling down or—lI leave the rest to 
your imagination.” 
“Say, you prize mutts,” said the 
chief clerk to his underlings, “do 
you know what’s going to happen to 
about half a dozen of you? You’re 
going to get decorated with a large, 
shiny tin can if you don’t smoke up 
and do better work than you’ve been 
guilty of for the last month. You’ve 
been working like a lot of sewer 
diggers. I never saw anything to 
beat you—for the cellar champion- 
ship. Now, get busy and do things, 
and do them right. I’d hate to have 
to recommend a wholesale canning 
stunt, but—you know what I’m 
here for.” 
The clerks went humbly back to 
their desks. Out to them came the 
office boy with a grin on his face. 
“Say,” he began, but three voices 
cut him short. 
“Blank, blank, blank you!” said 
the voices. “You little runt! Why 
don’t you tend to your business, so 
we can get things done right?” 
Then they all took a kick at him 
and went back to work satisfied 
iA 
“Gee,” said the office boy, rub- 
bing his sore spots and eying the 
president’s office, “gee, but that 
call down certainly traveled some!” 
—Chicago Tribune. 
Rest After Meals. 
Hurried eating of meals, follow- 
ed immediately by some employ- 
ment that occupies the whole at- 
tention and takes up all or nearly 
all of the physical energies, is sure 
to result in dyspepsia in one form 
or another. Sometimes it shows 
itself in excessive irritability, a 
sure indication that nerve force has 
been exhausted. 
The double draft, in order to di- 
gest the food and carry on the busi- 
ness, has been more than nature 
could stand without being thrown 
out of balance. Nature does not do 
two things at a time and do both 
well asarule. All know that when 
a force is divided it is weakened. 
If the meal were eaten slowly, with- 
out preoccupation of the mind, and 
the stomach allowed at least half an 
hour’s chance to get its work well 
undertaken before the nervous 
force were turned in another direc- 
tion patients suffering from dyspep- 
sia would be comparatively few.— 
Family Doctor. 
Dancing by Halves. 
“At a dance the other night I 
met the most popular girl 1 ever 
saw,” said a Harlem bachelor. “I 
asked her to dance. She said she 
would like to, but she had only half 
a dance left. If I was willing to 
take that, all right. 
“Tt was a new experience to share 
one dance with a rival, but I agreed 
to her terms. I thought up to the 
last minute that she was fooling, 
but when my part of the waltz was 
done—she put me down for the first 
half—she glided away from me and 
sailed off in the arms of the other 
chap, who had _ been standing 
around awaiting his opportunity. 
“That is what I call povularity 
raised to its very highest power.”— 
New York Globe. 
ee eS 
The Gallery God. 
At an interminably long perform- 
ance of ‘“Monte~ Cristo,” with 
Charles Fechter in the character of 
the hero, the curtain rose for the 
last act at a quarter of 1 in the 
morning. Fechter was discovered 
sitting in a contemplative attitude. 
He neither moved nor spoke. Just 
then a clear, sad voice in the gallery 
exclaimed, “I hope we are not keep- 
ing you up, sir!” 
