Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 118, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 May 1911 — NOT THEBE NEXT DAY! [ARTICLE]

NOT THEBE NEXT DAY!

INSOLENT OFFICE BOY MEETS! WITH BIG BURPRIBE. vtj ' .T*,V. ■■ V ’ * V? Y-' V- ; .\v ’;«% •, -•• Tried Hie Overbearing Manner With the Manager’s Wife, to the Great Delight of His Enraged ' - Victims. 7The new office hoy was his “Insolence of office” air for ths|| benefit of those poorunfortuntes who> were sitting listlessly or nervously) about the vicinity of the seventh portal" from the throne of a theatrical manager. Every time the door opened the one who had been there longest] was permitted to slip through to the! sanctum sanctorum. All the rest] looked on enviously but resignedly.) There was no use fighting against! custom. The room was full of aspirants for positions, and each new* comer was carefully scrutinized and! mentally labeled. Only the office boy paid no attention to them. He was! not at all Interested and was determined that every one should plainly; understand his attitude. The insolence of the fellow was aJ-j most unbearable, and both men and) women longed to throttle him, but what could a poor, down-trodden actor do? The office cat had the right to be impudent to him, if it so desired, for did not the cat belong to the manager, while as yet he himself did not occupy even as big a position as that of super. Never mind, some day—well, who knows what may happen? Stars have been known to burst forth in a single night, and, then, all hardship can kbe forgotten. But, oh, If some one irould do something to that boy! At this juncture a pretty, little woman walked with an alr'of authority up to the office boy. “I want to fee Mr. Manager at once,” Bhe said briskly. “Impossible, madam; he can’t sea you now,” answered the boy pertly. “What’s that?” said the little worn-' an loudly. “Oh, I think he will. Hurry, up, now, I have no tijae to lose.” The boy curled up his lip, and, as he started to turn his attention to something else, said for the benefit of the professionals. “You’ll have to take your turn, I guess, and here’s a whole room full that he’s got to see before you\ can get in.” The little woman’s face blazed. “Take my name in just the same,” she ordered. “What Is It?” airily inquired the office boy. “Mrs. Manager," she answered. Needless to say the entire room of! Thespians heartily enjoyed the dramatic surprise, and the next day when l they again waited their turn a£ the seventh portal from the throne therei was a new face to greet them.