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Show THE PERMANENT JOB By Berunell Outzen Mr. J. Doolittle; address, New York City, New York. Noted for the number num-ber of jobs he had had and lost, that is, among his friends. iAnd this particular day he was standing antong a large cfowd of people thinking over the events of the past week. He had gotten a job in a large department de-partment store. Going to work one morning, he found his locker had been gone through and the contents were all out of their respective places. He had gone to the manager and asked what was the meaning of it in an impertinent im-pertinent manner. The manager had been an awfully tough person, in fact a positively vile person, in the mind of the pampered Mr. Doolittle, ' and had not even answered him. All he said was, "You're canned." Just as he got through and was thinking the terrible manner the world treated him, someone brushed past him and left something in his pocket. Taking it out, he found it was a pistol with a queer looking contrivance con-trivance at the end of it. As he was examining it, a policeman came up and said. "Caught his red handed," Taking him bruskly by the arm he led him to the police station, a short distance dist-ance away. Being as it was the day before Chrismas they had his trial when he found out that one of the Santa Clauses that line the streets had been shot and his money taken, and he, Mr. Doolittle, in person, was accused of the crime. Being as he had no evidence, evi-dence, he was found guilty and sentenced sen-tenced to 99 years and one day in jail. At last he had found a lifelong job, and got it as a Christmas present. |