His Occupation

The street car was crowded," and as it temed a corner sharply a man who was standing in the aisle made a grab at a Bteap, but missed it and involuntarily embraced a abarp faced young woraan standing riear him. "Oh, I beg your pardon," he said. "Sir," she exclaimed, "you are a boor." "No, madam," rejoined the penitent offender, "I ara not. I am anewspaper man. ' ' "You are, hey?" was the contemptuous rejoinder. "What do you do aBout anewspaper office, I'd like to know?" "I am the pressman. " The sharp faced young woman turned a little redder, but she didn't say thing more. -