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We have your favor of the 13th inst. with recommendation of the Southern Commission Co., Ltd., and in reply beg to inquire if you are a Remington operator. Please state what speed you have attained in dictation, also in transcribing.

In regard to salary will state that we have always paid $50 to $60 per month, according to capability, but this is a fair salary compared to the very reasonable living expenses at this place.

A single man can live on $15 per month; a married man, without family, can live on $30 or $40 per month.

You will readily see therefore that this is a very desirable place for a man who is anxious to save money.

We append a memorandum of the duties we would expect our stenographer to perform, and trust that you will kindly write us at once giving the above information, when we will be pleased to further consider your application with others now before us.

Yours truly,

LUMBER CO., LTD.

Memorandum of Duties: Dictation and transcribing-filing and indexing correspondence-operating the oscillating mimeograph occasionally-hitching pony to the cart and driving twice daily to town for the mail-sweeping and dusting the office every morning.

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Yours of the 15th inst. to hand. In answer to your questions would state that I am a first-class Remington, Smith-Premier and Fox operator with a speed of 100 words a minute, stenographic dictation about 160 to 175 words a minute. Not having given you full information as to my capabilities in my letter of application, I beg to put them before you now.

As stated, I am forty-two years old, have had twenty-three years' active business experience, being connected with the United States Embassy at Madagascar, and feel confident that if you will give me a trial, I can prove my worth to you.

I am not only an expert biographer, proficient stenographer, excellent teleg rapher and erudite college graduate, but have several other accomplishments which may make me desirable.

Real Versatility-Continued

The light duties that you enumerate in the capacity of stenographer, indexing clerk, mimeograph operator, stable boy and office porter, would not keep me busy, and would not be enough to keep me from getting homesick. I am an experienced snow shoveler, a first-class peanut roaster, have some knowledge of removing superfluous hair and clipping puppy-dog's ears, and have a medal for reciting "Curfew."

Am a skilled chiropodist and a practical farmer, can cook, take care of horses, crease trousers, open oysters, repair umbrellas, cane chairs, and am also the champion plug tobacco chewer of Louisiana; my spitting record is 381⁄2 feet.

Being possessed of great physical beauty, I would not only be useful but ornamental as well, lending to the sacred precincts of your office that delightful charm that a Satsuma vase or a stuffed billy-goat would. My whiskers being very extensive and luxurious, my face would be useful as a penwiper and feather duster.

I could, after office hours, take care of the children and prepare them for bed, and having use of the pony and cart, I could act as public dog catcher on my way to and from the post-office.

I can furnish recommendations from Chauncey M. Depew, Jacob J. Coxey, Kaiser Wilhelm de Grosse, Captain Clark and Carrie Nation.

As to salary, I would feel I was robbing the widowed and swiping sponge cake from the orphans if I were to take advantage of your munificence by accepting the fabulous sum of $50 when my expenses would be but $40, and would be willing to give my services for $45, thus enabling you not only to increase your donation to the church, pay your butcher and keep your life insured, but also to found a home for indigent fly-paper salesmen, and endow a free bed in the Cat's Home.

Really, sir, your unheard-of bounties border on the supernatural, and to the unsophisticated must appear like reckless extravagance.

By the way, I might ask if it would be objectionable if I should practice on the cornet in the office during my leisure moments.

Hoping that this will appeal to you and that you will further consider my application, I beg to remain

Yours truly,
(Signed)

Western Yew-(Continued from Page 85)

and sometimes employed them as weapons of war, but generally as implements of the chase, particularly in harpooning salmon, which in summer ascend the northwestern rivers from the Pacific Ocean in immense schools. The Indians whitted fish hooks of yew before they were able to buy steel hooks from traders. Some of those unique hooks are still in existence and speak well of the inven

tive genius of the wild fisherman of the wilderness.

(To be Continued)

THE DISSTON

CRUCIBLE

Effect of Too Heavy Feed
on Circular Saws

(Continued from Page 86)

one side, the saw is likely to leave its line at any instant. As there is slightly greater chance of its going out of the cut than in and as it is next to impossible for the sawyer to check or reverse his feed before the damage is done, breakage is bound to ensue.

The only way to avoid breakage of this kind is to make sure that the saw runs true to its line at all times and particularly, under a very high rate of feed. This, of

course, necessitates that the saw be tensioned, not only to the speed at which it is operated, but also in a manner that will offset the strains it is subjected to through carrying a high rate of feed.

It should be borne in mind when for one reason or another it is desired to force the output beyond the chambering capacity of the gullets that injury or breakage at the center is virtually inevitable.

The Beaver as a Woodsman

A young beaver in Regents' Park Gardens, London, was once placed at work upon a tree twelve feet long and two feet six inches thick, just as the town clocks sounded the hour of noon. The beaver began by barking the tree a foot above the ground. That done, he attacked the wood. He worked hard, alternating his labor with dips in his bathing-pond. He bathed and labored alternately until four o'clock in the afternoon, when he ate his supper of bread and carrots and paddled about in his pond until half-past five o'clock. Ten minutes later, when only one inch of the tree's diameter remained intact, he bore upon his work, and the tree fell. Before it fell the beaver ran as men run when they have fired a blast. Then, as the tree lay on the ground, he portioned it out mentally and again began to gnaw. He worked at intervals all night; cut the log into three parts, rolled two of the portions into the water, and reserved the other third for his permanent shelter. The work done, he took a bath. -Canadian Lumberman and Woodworker.

Apple Logs for Saw Handles to be
Cut Up in the DISSTON Mills

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C

ARLOAD after carload of
logs come into the Diss-

ton plant almost continuously to be made into handles for Disston hand saws and parts of other Disston tools.

These logs are sawn into boards in our own saw mill.

Thus, not only are Disston mill saws constructed along scientifically correct lines, but they are constantly subjected to practical test in the Disston plant.

Well made saws thoroughly tested are the saws for economy and satisfaction.

SAW DUST

A QUESTION?

"That is my hired man asleep up there in the crotch of that oak tree," said honest Farmer Hornbeak. "You are entitled to one guess as to whether he clumb up there to slumber or went to sleep on the ground on top of an acorn which grew up with him." -Kansas City Star.

IN TABLOID DOSES "Nurse," moaned the convalescent patient, "can't I have something to eat? I'm starving."

"Yes, the doctor said you could start taking solids today, but you must begin slowly," she said. Then she held out a teaspoonful of tapioca. "We must only advance by degrees," she added.

He sucked the spoon dry and felt more tantalizingly hungry than ever. He begged for a second spoonful, but she shook her head, saying that everything at the start must be done in similarly small proportions. Presently he summoned her again to his bedside.

"Nurse," he gasped, "bring me a postage stamp. I want to read."New York Times.

One day, many years ago, the telephone in the office of the chief of police rang. Chief Speers answered. The call was from a new policeman on the Union Avenue beat. He said:

"A mon has been robbed down here, and I've got one of thim!"

"Which one have you?" asked the chief.

The reply came back: "The mon that was robbed!"

COHEN-So Sadie has broken der engagement. Did she gif you back der ring?

COHENSTEIN-No; she said diamonds hat gone up, but she would gif me vat I paid for it.-Boston Transcript.

A SHORTAGE SOMEWHERE An advertisement of a popular spectacular play has this to say of two of its attractions:

5,000 People 4,000 Costumes

-Ladies' Home Journal.

There was a timid knock at the door. "If you please, kind lady," the beggar said, "I've lost my right leg

"Well, it ain't here," retorted the lady of the house, and slammed the door.-New York Times.

GONE, NOT FORGOTTEN During the fighting a Highlander had the misfortune to get his head blown off.

A comrade communicated the sad news to another gallant Scot, who asked anxiously:

"Where's his head? He was smoking ma pipe."—Tit-Bits.

Some of the inmates of an asylum were engaged in sawing wood, and an attendant thought that one old man who appeared to be working as hard as any of them, had not much to show for his labor.

Approaching him the attendant soon discovered the cause. The old man had turned the saw upside down, with the teeth in the air, and was working away with the back of the tool.

"Here, I say, Jones," remarked the attendant, "what are you doing? You'll never cut the wood in that fashion. Turn the saw over."

The old man paused and stared at the intruder.

"Did you ever try to saw this way?" he asked.

"Well, no," replied the attendant, "of course I haven't."

"Then hold your noise, man,' was the instant reply. "I've tried both ways. and"-impressively "this is easier."

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