Paramount Pep-O-Grams (1927)

Page Eight P E P-O-G RAMS iVWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW^WW,NV?WWYG ; SCISSORS AND PASTE Jerry: “Why did you give up Jane?” J i'll : “Last night I found something about her I didn’t like." Jerry: “What was it?” Jill: “Jack’s arm.” “Did you post my letter, love?” “Yes, darling, I held it in my hand and dropped it in the first pillar box.” “But, dear, I didn't give you a letter.” — Gernutliche Sachse , Leipzig. Customer : "You have made a fatal mistake — I asked for quinine and you gave me strychnine.” Chemist (calmly) : “Then you owe me two francs.” — Moustique, Charleroi. First Cornet Player : The leading lady seems to have a break in her enunciation tonight. Second Ditto: You had better keep your eyes on your music. Prudence — What kind of a tree is that? Ground Keeper — A fig tree, madam. Prudence — Heavens! I thought the leaves were larger. Carnegie Tech. Puppet. KEEP your hands off other folks’ brains until you get a good set of your own. WHY? HOW is it that you will drop a hot potato because it burns your fingers, yet, with all your mental power, you will hold on to an ugly thought that sears and scars your heart ? Father : “My son, I hear you have been most recalcitrant.” Son: “Be yourself, Pop. You’ve been doing cross-word puzzles again.” — Funny Man. Paulpry: “You and your wife not hitting it very well, I understand.” Sourdough : “Not very.” Paulpry: “Then why do you call her angel?” Sourdough : “She’s always harping.” — Cleegreeli. Doctor : “Your husband must have absolute quiet. Here is a sleeping draught.” Wife: “And when do I give it to him?” Doctor : “You don’t give it to him — you take it yourself.” FLYING OVER EUROPE Agnes Mengel of the Purchasing Department, and charter member of the Paramount-Pep Club, is back from her European vacation with a wonderful story of a thrilling long distance air trip. She visited many countries and a great many cities, but sincerely believes that the piece de resistance of the vacation was the air voyage from Paris to Stockholm. Miss Mengel visited Paramount offices in many of the cities touched at and reports receiving a hearty welcome in all of them. THE MAGIC PEBBLE Rabindranath Tagore, Indian poet and patriot, dangerously ill in Buenos Aires, writes one thing that will last. This is the story shortened : A man knew that somewhere along the pebbly ocean shore there was one pebble, a touch from which would change iron to gold. Hour after hour he walked, touching pebbles to the iron bracelet on his wrist. But it did not change to gold. On he went, picking up pebbles, dropping them. As the sun was sinking he looked down and saw that he wore a gold bracelet. He had picked up the magic pebble and it had done its work. But for a long time he had worked mechanically, ceasing to pay attention to the bracelet as he touched it. Which of the millions of pebbles behind him possessed the magic power that he sought ? He could not tell. He had held it and thrown it away. The night was falling. It was too late to go back along the dark shore. His chance was gone. And he had held it in his hands. There is a moral in that story for those of us who treat our jobs mechanically, content to "get by.” Sooner or later the chance comes. He that fails to pay attention passes the chance and loses it. You cannot afford to slight any part of your work, for somewhere there is going to be a chance, if you do not miss it when it comes. — Elevator Constructor. BATS. Frank Maguire, of the Art Department, and a baseball player who has caught many a fly ball, reports having caught a bat in the northern corridor of the twelfth floor on the morning of Saturday, September 1st. He has offered the creature in proof of his feat, and it now only remains for us to discover from whose belfry the bat escaped. COURTESY. We have heard so many tributes paid the unfailing courtesy of Mr. J. Coope, in charge of the Information Desk on the eleventh floor, that we simply have to make mention of the fact here. Many of the remarks have been made by out-of-town visitors, who aver that the treatment received when visiting Paramount is in marked contrast with that received in many other business offices in New York. CARS. Those members whose cars are ailing, unsatisfactory, crotchety or otherwise provocative are urged to take their troubles to Vincent Trotta, president of the Paramount-Pep Club, and a car owner of many years and much experience. He claims to have found a garageman who will fix any car that it is humanly possible to fix. BACK AGAIN. Although there was no slackening in the cries of “Lawrence my desk is busted” and “Lawrence will you have this door fixed ?” — the fact remains that Lawrence Bailey recently had an uncomfortable bout with tonsilitis. This ailment took him from our midst for the space of something more than a week : but lie's back again now, peppy as ever, doing his best to be on six floors, and in one hundred offices, all at once.