anaheim-gazette 1931-02-12

Anaheim, Calif., Feb. 12, 1981 Seventh Installment Maggie Johnson, whose father is a letter carrier, is the domestic drudge of the humble home where her mother does little except bemoan the fact that she has "seen better days" and her sister Liz, who works in a beauty shop, lies abed late. Maggie has to get the family breakfast before she starts out to her job in the Five-and-Ten-Cent Store. There's a new boy at the Five-and-Ten, Joe Grant. He tells Maggie that he has been assigned to work as her helper in the stock room. He seems rather dumb, but Maggie helps him through his first day at the store and shares his lunch with him in a subway of a place that belongs to a mattress factory next door to the Five-and-Ten. They are looking over some cheap picture cards. One of them has a motto that strikes Maggie's fancy, "The way to begin the ideal life is to begin." She and Joe talk about that and Joe is surprised that the girl has higher standards than he had suspected. When he goes home that night he is thinking about Maggie. And his home is the home of the owner of the Mack Five and Ten-Cent Stores, though Maggie does not suspect that he is the boss' son. Maggie, at home, begins to suspect that her mother's complaints are due to that lady's belief that happiness depends upon material things, while at the store she continues to surprise Joe by her appreciation of the realities of life. Joe knew that Maggie was falling in love with him before Maggie discovered it. But he was a little slow in discovering that he, in turn, was falling in love with Maggie. But he admitted to himself that his admiration for her was growing, and the girls in the store began to notice something different about her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY She had begun by laughing, boldly. But she had sobered, to listen to him, lashes wide, lips slightly parted, little felt hat pushed back to show a film of gold across her earnest forehead. The colour had ebbed from her face, and putting her elbows on the table, she had covered her face with her hands, they had begun, for the first time in his twenty years, to permit him, in their disgust and disappointment, to find his own level. So that on this particular evening, upon seeing three places set at the family board, his father, sowlingly interrogating the butler, merely shurgged when the answer was that the third place was for Mr. Joseph. "Oh, he don't matter!" said George Merrill. "We want to talk business. But Mr. Joe's all right. He won't hear a word we say!" "I wish he would," Frank Flint, a big, rosy, silver-headed man, said politely. "We want that boy in the business, some day." Mr. Merrill responded simply: "Frank, I know what he's doing, or what he wants to do! They're too much for me nowadays. He's busy about something—it won't last. But while it keeps him out of mischief—or out of jail—" "I'd be glad enough to have him get interested in the Mack. If he seems to catch on to anything to-night, as we talk, Frank, see if you can draw him out." "Sorry to be late," said Joe, at this point, coming in. "You're not late," his father assured him ungraciously. Sometimes, in the course of the last few years, his appointment in this boy has risen almost to actual hatred. But just too late ever since, in fact, that terrible scene when his mother had called him a "commoner," without one single gentlemanly instinct in his mind or soul," and when he, his father, had shouted at Joe that he was no better than a pickpocket, there had seemed to be a queer change in the boy. Tired, Joe?" Then his eye and the eral manager met. "Why isn't it practice works all right on the opening those damn nplaces all over town," said. "They're practical." "We-ell——" Frank F Joe broke in: "Take the whole basement and handle the five cent stuff there. Let 'em for their spools and soon pencils and can openers You could have a girl tht money_____ "I'm not at all sure father explosively. I'm that you haven't given u I could look into that Flint said. "It might—Merrill. It would be Mack feature, you know. "Frank, the more I think more I suspect that thing—in it," George Ming his words portentous "When could you see B See him to-morrow." "Take that up with Frank? Find out who machinery. We might ask it, anyway." Joe wanted to keep the father's eyes, that pro- look said: "This boy—such—a-damn'—fool. An hour later, he was room when his father shyly, rather awkwardly had taken the trouble to Joe knew that Maggie was falling in love with him before Maggie discovered it. But he was a little slow in discovering that he, in turn, was falling in love with Maggie. But he admitted to himself that his admiration for her was growing, and the girls in the store began to notice something different about her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY She had begun by laughing, boldly. But she had sobered, to listen to him, hashes wide, lips slightly parted, little felt hat pushed back to show a film of gold across her earnest forehead. The colour had ebbed from her face, and putting her elbows on the table, she had covered her face with her hands—those small hard, red hands that Joe found so infinitely pathetic. "God help me, it's that way with me now, Joe!" she whispered, not meeting his eyes. They walked back to the store in absolute silence. One night in early February, it chanced that at the Merrill table there were dining but three men: George Howard Merrill, president of the entire chain of stores, his trusty righthand man and general manager, one Frank Flint, and the son of the house Joseph Grant Mackenzie Merrill. The last named was included in the party merely because he happened to be in the house, with no dinner engagement and because a wild rain was falling. George Merrill cared no longer whether his son and heir came or went. Yet he had blindly idolized his son. That young Joe had shown a lamentable indifference to society, and had flunked in college, after disposing of a small fortune in various idiotic, if not actually harmful ways, had been a bitter blow to the father's honest hard-working pride. Since, however, he was actually liv- "You're not late," his father assured him ungraciously. Sometimes, in the course of the last few years, his disappointment in this boy has risen almost to actual hatred. But just too late ever since, in fact, that terrible scene when his mother had called him a "commoner, without one single gentlemanly instinct in his mind or soul," and when he, his father, had shouted at Joe that he was no better than a pickpocket, there had seemed to be a queer change in the boy. "Tired, Joe?" "I beg pardon?" "Say you look tired, my boy. Research——" said George Merrill, with o wink for his general manager. "Nope. Yes, I am a little tired. Not much," Joe said unsatisfactorily, falling upon his soup. Then Joe said mildly, in a pause: "You say that it's the ruined stock that costs in the Mack Stores—not the labour. I've thought of that. It seems to me that every day enough collars and writing paper and candy and toys and socks. fall on the floor and are trampled to set up a separate branch!" "Where'd you get this, Joe?" asked his father. I went into—Number Seven, I think it is," said Joe. "On Eighth?" "About there." "That's Number Seven. Good for you! I hope you got service," said Flint. "They have a great staff there," said Joe. "That's a good store. That's a good store," Flint agreed. "What occurred to me," Joe said leisurely, "was that you—we I might say—could handle all that small stuff "Oh well, we sort of together, that day we weat," she said, anxiously him. "Worked it out together, that day we weat," she said, anxiously him. "But what's the difference as one of us gets the creamed lunacently." QUALITY PRINTING Putting Salesmanship in ink With Greatest Returns for Proportionate Cost is Our Speciality. We can take care of your printing problem whether the job you have in mind is large, small, and do the work with expert precision. Putting salesmanship in it is our specialty. Estimates cheerfully given. The printing produce is of the very highest order of men give us a trial. ANAHEIM GAZETTE very much better with an automat. "That's an idea, Joe, but unfortunately it's not practical," his father said genially comfortably. Then his eye and the eye of his general manager met. "Why isn't it practical, Frank? It works all right on the food—they're opening those damn nickel-in-the-slot places all over town," George Merrill said. "They're practical." "We-ell——" Frank Flint hesitated. Joe broke in: "Take the whole back wall of a store and handle the five—and the ten-cent stuff there. Let 'em drop pennies for their spools and soap and ink and pencils and can openers and hairpins. You could have a girl there to change their money——" "I'm not at all sure, Joe," said his father explosively. "I'm not at all sure that you haven't given us an idea." "I could look into that, Mr. Merrill," Flint said. "It might—catch on, Mr. Merrill. It would be an exclusive Mack feature, you know." "Frank, the more I think of that, the more I suspect that—there's—something—in-it," George Merrill, drawing his words portentously, said slowly. "When could you see Blake?" "See him to-morrow." "Take that up with him, will you, Frank? Find out who makes that machinery. We might as well look into it, anyway." Joe wanted to keep that look in his father's eyes, that proud, vindicated look that said: "This boy of mine isn't—such—a-damn'—fool, after all!" An hour later, he was reading in his room when his father came, rather shyly, rather awkwardly in. The boy had taken the trouble to come upstairs. Joe could only laugh uncomfortably. When he went downstairs an hour later, he managed his own way through the moving river of the departing employees of the Mack, and found himself beside her. "Why so fast, Maggie?" She raised blazing eyes to his. "How dare you speak to me! You ought to be ashamed to speak to me! I hate you!" "For heaven's sake, what's the matter?" Joe stammered, agast. But she went quickly on, shabby little untidy head held high, and disappeared in the crowd before he could catch her again. Joe walked briskly toward his car, got into it, and drove toward Goat Hill. "My gosh, I never saw her like that before! I wonder what the deuce I've done?" he kept saying aloud as he went. The dinner was at the club to-night; it was for pretty little Katrina Fairchild. Millicent, next to Joe—was beating powder into her rather coarse-pored colourless skin with violet jerks of her elbow. Every one in the room was bitterly bored; guests, waiters, musicians. Millicent asked languidly: "When are we going to announce it, Joe? Don't interrupt me, Marlon," she said to another girl, who leaned across the table for a hysterical confidence. "I'm proposing to Joe Grant." "It can't be done. I tried it myself, didn't I Joe?" said a third girl, handsome and big. "I don't seem to remember that, Carol," Joe said, eating. "But some night when I've had too many cocktails one of you girls will get me, and that'll be that." There were shrieks of laughter, and then the conversation suddenly died, and nobody could think of anything to say. Conversations were entirely personal, usually first-personal at that. "My dear, I—well, I—well, if you ask me—I couldn't—I told Mother—I she and I—but it isn't as if I—exactly. I couldn't—I simply—if you could have seen me——" "Marjorie, did you see Mrs. Madison?" "My dear—wasn't that terrible!" "Oh, well, my dear, if she would bring that impossible girl——" "Well, exactly!" More lip-red, more powder, more cigarettes. "Of course, Mother felt dreadfully about it." "Well, but, my dear!" "Well exactly—that's what I said to Mother." "Listen, Maggie, you can't keep this up. Sooner or later you'll have to make it up with me and tell me what the trouble is, so why not now?" Joe pleaded. She was in the hardware department, and was attempting to straighten up the counter. When she heard Joe's voice, close beside her, she brought her proud little chin up with a jerk, her cheeks crimsoned, and her tone was cutting, if a trifle shaky, as she said: "You broke my heart. But it doesn't matter. Please get out of my way." Joe was honestly staggered. "How, in the name of St. Pete, did I break you heart?" "We'll not—she was being magnificent—we'll not discuss it," she said. "We will discuss it," said Joe. "I haven't done anything, and I object to your acting this way!" "Oh, no—no!" she said, in a low, trembling voice shaken with anger. "Oh, no. You didn't take Paulo Younger to lunch, and pay for her lunch, at our place—at our place!—and then walk with her, and stroll around the streets with her, and have all those horrible girls at the lampshades making fun of me, and saying that Paula had gotten you away from me." Now listen, Maggie—that's utterly There were shrieks of laughter, and then the conversation suddenly died, and nobody could think of anything to say. Conversations were entirely personal, usually first-personal at that. "My dear, I—well, I—well, if you ask me—I couldn't—I told Mother—I A. B. C. Bu For Quick Reference Look Business or Profession Anaheim Gazette Bus Too Much ACID MANY people, two hours after eating, suffer indigestion as they call it. It is usually excess acid. Correct it with an alkali. The best way, the quick, harmless and efficient way, is Phillips Milk of Magnesia. It has remained for 50 years the standard with physicians. 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GR In the first place, I went in, alone—to have my lunch at the Old South Tea Room—but I swear to you I went in there with no more idea that Miss Younger was lunching there than you had! I saw her at an empty table—the place was packed, and naturally, I sat with her. "Oh, naturally!" Maggie said, trembling, beside herself. "Well, would you have me cut the girl?" Joe asked, warming in his turn. "I sat with her, and later I paid the tip, twenty-five cents, and our bill for two sixty-cent lunches. There! If I'd known that you expected me to ask permission—" "I'll never," she gritted between her teeth. "I'll never speak to you again!" She had finished her task now, the hardware counter was in order, and went down to the girls' washroom, washed her hands and, after a while her tear-swollen eyes in cold water and wiped them on the soggy lengths of the exhausted roller towel. Continued Next Week "That's an idea, Joe, but unfortunately it's not practical," his father said, genially. 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