Bookkeeperess

Bookkeeperesses and cashieresses are progressing. They are developing the same extravagant tastes which bring the men into trouble. In San Francisco the bookkeeper of a commission house, a young woman, became so fascinated with the sport of automobiling that she appropriated hundreds, perhaps thousands of dollars of her employers’ money—just like a man bookkeeper might have done. The “chug wagon” costs money for stabling and repairs. Female bookkeepers and cashiers should be bonded as well as their brothers.

“Miss Simpkins, please make the gentleman out a receipt for seventy-five dollars’ deposit on camera,” said the dealer in a matter-of-fact tone. “Yes, sir,” said the bookkeeperess.

A piercing scream broke in upon the stillness of the editorial sanctum yesterday afternoon. Investigation disclosed the fact that a pencil had rolled off the desk in the bookkeeper’s office and struck the bookkeeperess on the knee just at the moment she spied a mouse scurrying across the floor. The mouse escaped and the lady is expected to recover.

The “Böser-Buben-Ball” is the orgy of our somewhat violently smart younger generation, of the high-spirited bookkeeperesses, other-esses, and bank boys.

Helen Seevers, editor of the Kingsway Page, a house bulletin at that west side inn, has an interesting column headed, “Heard at the Front Desk” . . . . Where Bookkeeperess Agnes Lyons hears all that is to be heard. . . .

Margaret Perrat, attractive bookkeeperess over at Triangle Liquor Co., puts in ample time and exhibits great patience to keep the company figures, states Harry Hyer, company salesmanager.