. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . esigned to enter the export business, his officebeing located at No. 24 Stone Street. TheTerminal boys ^nd the friends he has made whilecollector wish him the best of success. Last Saturday, relates Al Holtz, theMissus and I had agreed to meet at the end ofthe day to take in a show. After discussingplace, time and other details we decided on the42nd Street L station, at G p. m. sharp. I was there—I always keep my schedules—but the Missus was not. Just what I expected,anyway, so I should worry—not. I am a goodwaiter, now, thanks to the Missus, so I pro-
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . esigned to enter the export business, his officebeing located at No. 24 Stone Street. TheTerminal boys ^nd the friends he has made whilecollector wish him the best of success. Last Saturday, relates Al Holtz, theMissus and I had agreed to meet at the end ofthe day to take in a show. After discussingplace, time and other details we decided on the42nd Street L station, at G p. m. sharp. I was there—I always keep my schedules—but the Missus was not. Just what I expected,anyway, so I should worry—not. I am a goodwaiter, now, thanks to the Missus, so I pro-ceeded to wait. I laid hold of the eveningpapers and got interested in Zits charts andthe usual page or two of accident reports until,after awhile, I awoke to my surroundings andto the fact that I was there for a purpose. I looked at my watch. Holy smoke—sevenfifteen! Where was she? This was no ordinaryroutine dilly-dallying—it looked serious. Whatcould have happened? THE BALTIMORE AND OHIO K^^*L()YES MAGAZIXl- 79 / lFLLT^^tAK,. AL HOLTZ, AFTER HIS HOUR ANDA QUARTER WAIT In hurripd succession moving pictures ofaccidents and disasters passed through mymind. I saw her under a street car—in anL wreck—in the wake of a speeding auto—up in the air on a manhole cover—ambulance—hospital— By this time I was in a sweat. My kneeswere positive and negative alternating, andRubinstein never rattled the ivories in a 64thtempo with the forte that I was putting into myperformance. I was weak—faint—all in. I sat dovvTi, in adaze. When my reason began to return Iasked myself what can I do—where shall Igo*;*—and then in walks the Missus herself,ai)|)arently in good order. My first impulse was to be indignant, toraise Cain. But my training came to myaid and I was going to be only mildly sarcastic;when I noticed her face, and got scared looked sick to death. What has happened? I incpiircd the storm broke. Hysterically, sheupbraided me for keepin
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