The Monomaniac went home and told his Wife that he had been insulted.
At 11.30 came a Committee of Ladies soliciting Funds for the Home for
the Friendless.
"Those who are Friendless don't know their own Luck," said the Busy
Man, whereupon the Ladies went outside and agreed that he was a Brute.
At Noon he went out and lunched on Bromo Seltzer.
When he rushed back to tackle his Correspondence, he was met by a
large Body of Walking Delegates who told him that he had employed a
non-union Man to paint his Barn and that he was a Candidate for the
Boycott. He put in an Hour squaring himself and then he turned to the
Stenographer.
"How far have we got?" he asked.
"'Dear Sir,'" was the Reply.
[Illustration: _The Committee._]
Just then he got the Last Straw--a bewildered Rufus with a Letter of
Introduction. That took 40 Minutes. When Rufe walked out, the Busy Man
fell with his Face among the unanswered Letters.
"Call a Cab," he said.
"The 'Phone is out of order," was the Reply.
"Ring for a Messenger," he said.
She pulled the Buzzer and in 20 minutes there slowly entered a boy
from the Telegraph Office.
The Man let out a low Howl like that of a Prairie Wolf and ran from
the Office. When he arrived at Home he threw his Hat at the Rack and
then made the Children back into the Corner and keep quiet. His Wife
told around that Henry was Working too hard.
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MORAL: Work is a Snap, but the Intermissions do up the Nervous System.
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