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By Elizabeth Schoen Cobb.
"Oh, such fun.!"
"Let me try, illa."
''No, me I know I can land a vic
tim the first time V - .
The three high class" stenogra
phers in the office of THuldane & Co.
were grouped about a table where
one of their number was filling a
j J prl
Had Knocked the Hat From the Head
of Its Owner.
paraffined paper bag from a water
It was the 2d of September, the
postponed "Straw Hat" day of the
year. The sensible office girls of Hul
dane & Co. were usually precise and
dignified, but they could not resist
folly as it flies. All day long from
the great skyscraper building, mis
chievous office boys and teasing type
writers had gazed from the window!
in quest of a belated straw hat in the
passing throng. Once spotted, it be
came a target for all kinds of mis
siles, such as paper wads, soaked
towels, and one unfortunate Panama
went skithering from the head of its
wearer, borne along by a well-directed
bar of soap.
The infection had spread to the
merry group in the Huldane office.
One of the ingenious trio of misses
had thought of a new projectile. It
consisted of a paper bag filled with
water and tied with a piece of string.
Miss Preciosa Huldane, who had
just arrived in the family automobile
to take her brother, Ransom Hul
dane, home, smiled indulgently at the
excitement of the girls. Then mov
ing to the window and gazing down,
her eyes lit upon the crown of a neat
but weather beaten straw hat, al
most within dropping range from her
lofty height. Its wearer was a brisk,
erect and pleasing appearing young
man. The spirit of mischief seized
"Give me the bag, quick!" she
called to the girls.
Preciosa drew back slightly in
some dismay from the window frame
as she witnessed the commotion her
impulsive action had created. The
weighted paper bag had grazed its
destined target, the straw hat. This
it had knocked promptly from the
head of the wearer.
The bag had struck the stone
pavement. It burst with a report like
the explosion of an automobile tire.
Its contents spattered over the owner
of the hat. He naturally looked up
wards, and Miss JPreciosa caught a
flitting sight of a reproachf ul but
handsome face. Then Dale Winters
made a dash to recover his hat. This
had rolled towards the curb. The
wind sent it under the wheels of a
passing truck, and it was crushed to
The crowd laughed, passing mes
senger boys "yah-yahed!" observers
at the various.ofllce windows tittered,
and the outside street was one
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