The reflections of a TBM.; . Finally an inspiration came to me. I wentand had a haircut and then bathed my headin bay rum and returned reeking to theoffice. Youll have to excuse me, Miss N. S.,I remarked, as apologetically as barber, by mistake, put bay rum onmy head. I was reading the paper at thetime and it was too late to stop him. I hopeyou wont mind; it shall never happenagain. All falsehoods and all perfect rot,but I believe the thing got through to herbrain, for I did not notice the perfume asmuch after that. In short, the life of a T. B. M. and his sec-retary is an intimat
The reflections of a TBM.; . Finally an inspiration came to me. I wentand had a haircut and then bathed my headin bay rum and returned reeking to theoffice. Youll have to excuse me, Miss N. S.,I remarked, as apologetically as barber, by mistake, put bay rum onmy head. I was reading the paper at thetime and it was too late to stop him. I hopeyou wont mind; it shall never happenagain. All falsehoods and all perfect rot,but I believe the thing got through to herbrain, for I did not notice the perfume asmuch after that. In short, the life of a T. B. M. and his sec-retary is an intimate affair, and impersonalas may be the relationship it never concealsthe eccentricities of each from the T. B. M. is either spoiled or secretary is — well, she must confessher own symptoms. Her loss is one of the The New Stenographer 85 chief trials of the T. B. M., just as her goingis in an egotistic sense a business triumphfor her. But then, whats a secretary or twowhen compared with taking stock?. A NEAR-FLAPPER A NEAR-FLAPPER We were having a childrens party. Itseemed to me as if we or some one near akinwas always having a childrens party. I hadthat feeling, so common to the T. B. M., sodisloyal, and yet unintentionally so, that Ishould prefer going anywhere but home I went, drawn irresistibly by aNew England conscience and that partingword from my wife that I was expected, and,Please bring some chocolate cigarettes. I had the chocolate cigarettes in mypocket, and as 1 hurried along the incongru-ousness grew upon me. Why cigarettes! —even if they were chocolate; for the partywas for my younger daughter, aged twelve,and the party was exclusively feminine. Is this the way to begin? I so, there is only one end. But even if 90 The Reflections of a T. B. M. there is only one end, what of it? Cigarettesare smoked by girls; not by all, to be they smoke less if they do not see smok-ing at the age of twelve, or not? Will choco
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