"I seen how crazy he looked," said the information clerk. "Good thing he didn't miss an' hit you, Courtney."
A little stenographer fainted. One of the telephone operators discussed it with a chummy runner. "I wouldn't work here now, not if you paid me! It's awful bad luck."
"Gee, if I was afraid of stiffs!" he said, pityingly.
The scrubwomen grumbled at having to clean up the floor again. "Ought to be extra pay for this.... Bad enough to clean them floors once."
Paul Judson, returning from Jackson on the morning train, did not learn about the grim protest until he reached the office.