"Exactly," he replied. "So do we. That fellow Bok certainly has the
women buffaloed for good. Ever see him?"
"Oh, yes," answered Bok.
"Live in Philadelphia?"
"Yes."
"There's where the thing is published, all right. What does Bok look
like?"
"Oh," answered Bok carelessly, "just like, well, like all of us. In
fact, he looks something like me."
"Does he, now?" echoed the man. "Shouldn't think it would make you very
proud!"
And, the train pulling in at Baltimore, Bok's genial neighbor sent him a
hearty good-bye and ran out with the much-maligned magazine under his
arm!
He had an occasion or two now to find out what women thought of him!
He was leaving the publication building one evening after office hours
when just as he opened the front door, a woman approached. Bok explained
that the building was closed.
"Well, I am sorry," said the woman in a dejected tone, "for I don't
think I can manage to come again."
"Is there anything I can do?" asked Bok. "I am employed here."
"No-o," said the woman. "I came to see Mr. Curtis on a personal matter."
"I shall see him this evening," suggested Bok, "and can give him a
message for you if you like."
"Well, I don't know if you can. I came to complain to him about Mr.
Bok," announced the woman.
"Oh, well," answered Bok, with a slight start at the matter-of-fact
announcement, "that is serious; quite serious. If you will explain your
complaint, I will surely see that it gets to Mr.
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