Show TIME RAG-TIME TYPEWRITER Chicago o Girl Gin with in lie Her Finger TIpi Till Distracts an Office Force Torce of Do y Men The Chicago Tribune tells this of an office in the block where they're having troubles of their own It is a large office chopped up into neat little glass subdivisions There are many men there but only one girl She is not a pretty a-pretty girl pirl but there is isa isa a II peculiar charm about her Her ner h l lis is red and she ae has freckles Her eyes eyu are blue and she wears a collar that thaI TIME RAG-TIME ON THE TIIE TYPEWRITER gives her a double chin and aad she is a a. pretty jolly sort But there it ii one ODe thing against her and it isn't lies hex hair either She has only been there a week The boss said the first day she came that thai winter was coming and they needed something to warm them up so so o he the sunset tinted locks to D help lp along the steam heat It was along in the aft afternoon that the I fun began The cashier was the first to notice it He ITe was working steadily when he heard a low lov hum through the theoffice theoffice theoffice office and paused to to listen The bosa bosl was walkin to and fro in his room and a a. soft but whistle tle iss penetrating issuing ing told wId of his deep desire to telegraph to baby The advertising manager was leaning ba back k in his chair a. a and ld the song he hummed bummed while he tapped time on the desk with his pencil was of how h he loved his Lou Two entry entry en en- try clerks were informing the world orld at large that they wanted their Sha Shanghai chicken back again But there was one me sound above the theresta he rest rest rest-a a sound that set his own feet on the move and made his pul pulse e beat faster The girl with the red hair was operating the typewriter and slit tapped the keys in rag time It i is sad There may be a sign Girl Wanted before e long for they all w wall I rag time In that office and just as soon as a a. stranger enters and hears bears thema dening click a a. dreamy happy look steals over his lila face and you ou can always tell by the tune h he whistles to th the music of the typewriter where he was vas last night Even the boy at the telephone switch switchboard board rings up the bells ells in ra rag time aua there Is a a. wearied haunted gleam in the eyes of the the- boss as he paces his Ids office day by day trying to make up his mind to t to baby |