The Nine-Tenths by James Oppenheim
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There are many things you think wrong about the printery and the printery's head--things you would not talk of face to face, as business time is precious and spoken words are sometimes hard to bear. Now this is what I want: Sit down and write what you think in plain English. It will do me good. JOE BLAINE. Suddenly Marty looked at his boss. "Say, Joe." "What is it, Marty?" The big fellow hesitated. "Say--when that jury finishes--you're going to set things up again, and go on. Ain't you?" Joe smiled sadly. "I don't know, Marty." Tears came to Marty's eyes. "Say--what will the fellers say? Ah, now, you'll go ahead, Joe." "Just give me a week or two, Marty--then I'll tell you." |
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