"Well, come to think of it, there is a grievance we have that should be remedied," said Sunny. "I have spoken to the manager and superintendent, but with no avail, and the evil still continues. Our cuspidors in use at our office are not much larger than a tea cup and wholly inadequate to take care of the expectorations of a liberal user of the weed, and I have asked for larger utensils to accommodate these copious expectorations, but no relief has as yet come and I think it will require executive action to force the issue." "The matter is referred to the Grievance Committee with request that it be adjusted at once," said President Lloyd, and the meeting was adjourned. It is related that more elaborate cuspidors graced the Atlantic & Pacific operating room a few days later, indicating the efficacy of determined organization. NO JOBS, BUT VACANCIES. The following story has been told and re-told years ago, in most every large telegraph office in the country, but has never appeared in print. The incident is quaint and worthy of a place in the literature of the telegraph. Jake Tallman was a well known itinerant knight of the key and in the course of his meanderings found himself one summer day in the City of New Orleans. Tallman was a fine operator and a good, companionable fellow, but, as the boys used to say, it was as hard to enter the kingdom of heaven as it was to obtain a position in the New Orleans office. Considerable diplomacy was therefore necessary to ascertain the entering wedge. There happened to be a vacancy in the office about the time of Tallman's arrival and his old friend, Dick Babbitt, determined to assist in placing him. David Flannery was the superintendent and he was a "Fine old Irish gintleman, one of the rare old kind." Babbitt related to his friend that it would be a good stunt to go to church the following Sunday and take a seat in Mr. Flannery's pew and by some means attract that gentleman's attention to his presence. This would serve to pave the way to an introduction the following day when he could plead his cause. Acting on the suggestion, Tallman sallied to church a little ahead of the other worshippers, and asked for, and was escorted to the Flannery pew. A few minutes later the superintendent came leisurely up the aisle and took his seat along side of his expectant employe. Tallman was not familiar with the order of procedure in churches, but carefully watching others and following their example he was able to pass off as one of the most devout. In the course of the services, he handed Mr. Flannery a book, who glanced at it and put it aside, giving the irrepressible Jake a stony glare which would seem to say that the young man did not know his business, and Tallman felt rebuked but not intimidated. The following morning Tallman called at Mr. Flannery's office and after the regular morning salutations had passed between them, he said: