Broken to the Plow by Charles Caldwell Dobie
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Hilmer buttered a roll. "What, for instance?" "Why, the firm's interest ... our own advancement, of course ... the enlarged capacity that comes with greater skill and knowledge." He leaned back in his seat with a self-satisfied smile. Hilmer laid down his butter knife very deliberately. "That's very well put," he said; "very well put, indeed! And would you mind telling me just what your duties are in the office where you work?" "I'm in the insurance business ... fire. We have a general agency here for the Pacific coast. That means that all the subagents in the smaller towns report the risks they have insured to us. I'm what they call a map clerk. I enter the details of every risk on bound maps of the larger towns which every insurance company is provided with. In this way we know just how much we have at risk in any building, block, or section of any city. And we are able to keep our liability within proper limits." "You do this same thing ... for seven hours every day ... not to speak of overtime?" "Yes." "And how long have you been doing this?" "About five years." "And how long will you continue to do it?" |
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