A SMALL WORLD.

Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XXXII, Issue 8813, 15 May 1907, Page 4

A SMALL WORLD.

Neither of the partners had arrived, and the clerks that morning were indulging in their usual bout of gossip. , _ “Did I tell you chaps that I was leaving?” drawled the languid swell of the staff, whose incompetence was as palpable as the splendour of his attire. ■% “Heard you’d got the sack,” replied the spectacled cashier gruffly. “I answered an advertisement yesterday for what looks like a first class job,” resumed the over-dressed one, ignoring the remark. “I’ve pitched a rather strong yarn, jbut you’ve got to do that if you want to keep up with the times. ’ ’ Just then the senior partner entered, and all wrote intensely. Within five minutes the “old man,” who had been opening letters, called the last speaker into his room, and the following dialogue became plainly audible to those outside “Have you been in our service seven years?’’ “No, sir; only 15 mouths.” “And is your salary £-1 10s a week?” “Eh, no, Sir—thirty shillings—” “Are you in entire charge of the counting house?” No reply. * ‘ And are you leaving us because of a difference with the firm regarding the management of our colonial branches?”. Dead silence and a short pause. Then the old man; “Ten should be more careful in your statements, sir. This is a small world. The advertisement was for the situation you are leaving on Saturday. That will do.”