When I tackled Cokesbury I ran into the first snag. I tried his office and a real pleasant young man (you get to know a young voice from an old one) asked me what I wanted. I said business, and he answered:
"What is the nature of your business, Madam?"
"I'd rather tell that to Mr. Cokesbury," I said.
"Mr. Cokesbury doesn't like to be interrupted in the office. If you'll tell me what you want to see him about——"
"Say, young feller," said I, in a cool, classy way, "suppose we stop this pleasant little talk, and you trot into Mr. Cokesbury and say a lady's waiting on the wire."
"Very well," he answered, calm and cheerful, "I'll do just as you say."
There was a wait and then he was back.
"Mr. Cokesbury says it's impossible for him to come to the phone and will you kindly tell me what your business is."
"I guess I'll have to wait till he's not so busy," I answered, languid, like I've heard ladies when they're mad and don't want to show it, and I hung up.
Afterward I saw I'd made a mistake, for, when I called up two hours later that polite guy was still on the job and handed me the same line of talk.