"June 2nd, 1917.—Mate drunk."
He stared at it wrathfully a moment, then a slow grin broke over his face. He took his pen and wrote:
"June 3rd, 1917.—Captain sober."
KNEW HIS BUSINESS
A bellhop passed through the hall of the St. Francis Hotel whistling loudly.
"Young man," said Manager Woods sternly, "you should know that it is against the rules of this hotel for an employee to whistle while on duty."
"I am not whistling, sir," replied the boy, "I'm paging Mrs. Jones's dog."
THEN THINGS HAPPENED
Though she was old she wasn't by any means incapable of supporting herself; and at the fresh, youthful age of seventy-nine she went into the business of providing teas for perspiring cyclists, and storing the cycles of those travellers who decided that they had better return by train. Her first customers were four young men who left their cycles in her charge while they explored the neighborhood. For each cycle she gave them a ticket with a number upon it.
Late at night the tourists returned.