Sauce for the Goose.

Otago Witness, Issue 2861, 13 January 1909, Page 87

Sauce for the Goose.

He was engaging a new typist, and he bit eff his vords and hurled thorn at her in a way to frighten any ordinary girl out , of her wits. j "Munch chocolates?" he asked. | "Xo, sir." I "Talk slang?" "Xo, sir." '"Make eyes at the fellowß when you're not busy?" " ' . ''Xo, sir." ' "Know how to sp3ll sucli words as 'cat' , and 'dog' correctly?" [ "Yes, sir." i "Gcwp through the telephone half a dozen times a day?" "Xo. sir." "Usually tell office staff how much the firm owes and all the rest cf its private { business you learn?" i '"Xo, sir." He was thinking of something else to ask j her when she put a spoke in the wheel and , put a few queries : ! "Smoke cheap cigars when you're dictat- j ing?" she asked. I '"Why — cr — 1.0 !" he gasped. i "Take it out of the pcor typist when you ' have had a row at home and ome off worst?" "Certainly n-not !" "Throw things about and swear when business is bad?" "X-never." "Go for your employees when they get i hung up in a 'bus in the morning?" j "Xo, indeed." "Think you know enough about grammar and punctuation to appreciate a good tjpist when you get one?" "I— l think so." "Want me to go to work, or is your time ] worth «j little that " i "Lock here !" he broke in enthusiastically, j "kindly hang up your things and let"s get at these letters."