"I want to see the superintendent, sonny," said I.
"What do you want to see him about?" asked the kid.
"Never you mind; I want to see him."
"Will you please let me have your card?"
"My card? What do you want my card for?"
"So as to let the boss know who you are."
"He don't know me; anyway, I haven't got a card."
"Will you please write your name and the nature of your business on this tablet? and I'll take it to him," said the boy, handing me a writing tablet and pencil.
I didn't understand this method of doing business but I did as requested. The boy took the card in and presently the superintendent appeared. His name was Axtell.
"What can I do for you?" promptly asked Mr. Axtell, without any preliminaries. Probably he was a busy man.