“Gussing,” snapped Mrs. Bowser, “please deliver this memo to Mr. Bowser personally.”
Miss Gussing vanished as if she had seen a boojum, but reappeared again after a brief interval, in her hand one of the sacred orange memos. Mrs. Bowser examined it.
“Memo to Mrs. Bowser. In re christening baby. I am always open to GOOD suggestions. What is yours?
“(Signed) J. Sanford Bowser, President.”
Mrs. Bowser’s eyes sparkled with determination.
“Gussing, take a memo,” she said in a crossing-the-Rubicon voice. “Memo to Mr. Bowser. In re christening baby.
“JOHN.
“(Signed) P. I. Bowser, Associate President.”
Miss Gussing regarded her chief blankly.
“John?” queried Miss Gussing. “John what?”