Everybody has a grouch on Friday at the Bronson office. Bobby hates to get up, and his mother pours a pitcher of water over him. When he gets to the office he salutes the bookkeeper, who does not answer. Presently the clerk arrives. He again says good morning, but the others are dumb. The bookkeeper points to the clock and the clerk growls. Bobby has a run-in with the scrubwoman and throws things about. Bronson is late leaving home, and a man with a ladder bumps into him. Bronson knocks the man down, and a policeman comes to arrest him. Bronson gives the cop a five and rushes to the office. The typist arrives late, and she gives a letter to the boss which reads: “Please get another typist. I was married last night.” Bronson Is crazed; he ‘phones to the employment agency and they send a Miss Prim, who proves to be absolutely incompetent. The boss fires her. Finally another typist arrives; she is a pretty little doll. She immediately proves her ability. Everybody waits upon her. The boss is restored to good humor, and as the day ends all bid her a cheery good night, Bobby, left alone, goes to Sue’s vacant chair and pats it, smiling.