When floor walkers have an inclination to flirt, but still know it’s dangerous, should they indulge in this pastime? Mr. Rawsberry tried to decide this question, but it was not until a tall gentleman had appeared and gave him a couple of smacks on the jaw that he realized he had decided the wrong way. Mr. Rawsberry went straight to his store and started floor walking. His flirting proclivities again cropped out and he had a misunderstanding with the janitor. He tried to fire the janitor, but the janitor would not be fired, and he went to the Boss. The Boss was the gentleman who had slapped his face in the park. Also he was the husband of the lady Mr. Rawsberry admired, and he knew that Mr. Rawsberry knew that he knew he knew he was. The correct thing to do was to exit, which Mr. Rawsberry did. He didn’t stop until he was a block down the street. Fate again intervened when a paper blew out an open window, and Mr. Rawsberry took it inside to accommodate the lady who lost it. The lady . was the Boss’ wife again, and before Mr. Rawsberry could get out the Boss came in. The intruder’s exit was rapid, but not rapid enough. Mr. Rawsberry had to take refuge in a bath house, but this didn’t help, as a couple of bears from the zoo, admiring the bathing girls, had come thither. Also a gentleman who had been indiscreet with the liquor jug was present, and, between him and the bears Mr. Rawsberry’s life could have been pleasanter. Everybody got out, including the bears, but Mr. Rawsberry was the only one who didn’t get away. He climbed into the first window handy, and not until he was inside and took note of his surroundings did he realize he was back in the Boss’ house. The events which now happened to Mr. Rawsberry had best not be recorded.