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Show jUrWe PabTs oF the' ) ' Business WoWd j "Bowin' and ScrapinY' CHERE was onco a certain Young Man who was employed and couldn't Forgot It himself nor let anybody eiso forget it, either. He was Nuts on it. Not that ho was Proud of his Job, or vastly Impressed with tho Dignity of his Labor, or even painfully Conscientious and Desirous of doing his Dally Task3. For he wasn't. Instead, he was morcly a born' Employe. Em-ploye. Which is to say that ho had the Soul and the Backbone of a poor Boob who lives always in Mortal Fear and Torror of his Job. His attltudo in tho ofllco implied that his Boss owned him Body and Soul. Ho fawned upon him. Ho was a Bootlicker; a Pussy-Footed Uriah Heep, bowin and scrapin' whonover tho Boss camo around. Ho never missed an Opportunity to kowtow to tho Boss and thcro aro several othor Descrlptlvo Terms, well-known, less elegant but a darn sight moro Exact, which might bo Pasted on him. You know them yes, indeed! Lot tho Boss como down to tho office of a morning. Who was it Jumped out of his Skin to fling open tho "Private Ofllco" door and bow him In? Who was it literally Shook In Ills Shoes every tlmo tho Boss spoko to him? Who was it in tho ofllco who Prefaced Pref-aced and Concluded every statement to tho Boss with an Apology, a Cringing Cring-ing Hesitation for Daring to" Intrudo, a Slckonlng self-effacement and hanging hang-ing upon every word, and a Humility and Exaggerated Dcferenco that would mako an Ostrich go on a still hunt for something with which to Settle his Stomach? And who was it tho Boss walked , ver- considered tho verv Dirt under un-der his foot and felt llko Pasting in the Jaw becauso he Got on his Nerves? Who was it? Answer: Our Hero! Jf - H. didn't Figure it that mu ,.th0UKht ho was Making a1 Hit with tho Boss. Even had he Fig-I ured Otherwise, he couldn't ha?o Sn JT ILD Th- 501,1 of hls was a I uarv-SltC' n Sycophant Ho! i y k atuilly. To save his Neck ho couldn't Help it! vmtSndn? ConccPtlon of tho Proper Attltudo bctweon Employe and Em-loycr' Em-loycr' of the honest Respect and Consideration each insists tho other j must show. He figured that becauso I j ho was employed during certain houra "( tho Boss therefore had a First Mort- j gage on his Soul, his Manhood and 1 his Hopo of Etornal Salvation, as It .a wero. p.; At least Figuratively, each day, ho '; shlned tho Boss' Boots and did It fejj Willingly. And it was with Fear and h( Trembling that ho even breathed tho l samo Air as tho Boss Did. ji t Well, ho had Something coming to si him and ho Got it! & Things became Tight. A Cut in P tho Pay-Roll was Necessary. Tho Bos3 f looked it over to choose tho Guy on iL whom to hang a Tin Can. Who got It? j- Answer answer ? You bet! ' Why? Simply becauso the Boss fls- j ured that O. H. wasn't even a good ; Lap Dog. A fellow llko that mado , any Self-respecting man sick on his stomach. - And whero thcro was so much ; i Fawning thcro couldn't be much else. -, Ho was ono piece of Ofllco Furniture - ; that could be sent to tho Junk Man without Missing it. So, our Hero got it! ! Moral: Lord Chesterfield was right but ho never meant anything ej llko this! ' l j II! MMi Of Z i iSifjJ - ill i JmB .i Llt- N "And Bow Hlni In." B j |