five-thirty-five

Updated: August 23, 2026

Peaceful as reapers singing on their homeward path now seemed the teasing voices of men and girls as, in a group, they waited for the elevator at five-thirty-five. The cheerful, "Good-night, Mrs. Schwirtz!" was a vesper benediction, altogether sweet with its earnest of rest and friendship. Tranquillity she found when she stayed late in the deserted office. Here no Schwirtz could reach her.

Sinclair Lewis - The Job: An American Novel