"Oh, yes," answered Bok.
"Live in Philadelphia?"
"Yes."
"There's where the thing is published, all right. What does Bok look like?"
"Oh," answered Bok carelessly, "just like, well, like all of us. In fact, he looks something like me."
"Does he, now?" echoed the man. "Shouldn't think it would make you very proud!"
And, the train pulling in at Baltimore, Bok's genial neighbor sent him a hearty good-bye and ran out with the much-maligned magazine under his arm!
He had an occasion or two now to find out what women thought of him!
He was leaving the publication building one evening after office hours when just as he opened the front door, a woman approached. Bok explained that the building was closed.
"Well, I am sorry," said the woman in a dejected tone, "for I don't think I can manage to come again."