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_THE PATIENT TOILER WHO GOT IT IN THE USUAL PLACE_
Once there was an Office Employee with a Copy-Book Education.
He believed it was his Duty to learn to Labor and to Wait.
He read Pamphlets and Magazine Articles on Success and how to make it
a Cinch. He knew that if he made no Changes and never beefed for more
Salary, but just buckled down and put in Extra Time and pulled for the
House, he would Arrive in time.
The Faithful Worker wanted to be Department Manager. The Hours were
short and the Salary large and the Work easy.
He plugged on for many Moons, keeping his Eye on that Roll-Top Desk,
for the Manager was getting into the Has-Been Division and he knew
there would be a Vacancy.
At last the House gave the old Manager the Privilege of retiring and
living on whatever he had saved.
"Ah, this is where Humble Merit gets its Reward," said the Patient
Toiler. "I can see myself counting Money."
That very Day the Main Gazooks led into the Office one of the
handsomest Tennis Players that ever worked on Long Island and
introduced him all around as the new Department Manager.
"I shall expect you to tell Archibald all about the Business," said
the Main Gazooks to the Patient Toiler. "You see he has just graduated
from Yale and he doesn't know a dum Thing about Managing anything
except a Cat-Boat, but his Father is one of our principal
Stock-Holders and he is engaged to a Young Woman whose Uncle is at the
head of the Trust.
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