Nonsense Novels by Stephen Leacock
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to know or care what you do. It must be great!
For a few moments Hezekiah stood irresolute. He looked about him. He looked up at the top of the Metropolitan Tower. He saw no work there. He looked across at the skyscrapers on Madison Square, but his eye detected no work in any of them. He stood on his head and looked up at the flat-iron building. Still no work in sight. All that day and the next Hezekiah looked for work. A Wall Street firm had advertised for a stenographer. "Can you write shorthand?" they said. "No," said the boy in homespun, "but I can try." They threw him down the elevator. Hezekiah was not discouraged. That day he applied for fourteen jobs. The Waldorf Astoria was in need of a chef. Hezekiah applied for the place. "Can you cook?" they said. "No," said Hezekiah, "but oh, sir, give me a trial, give me an egg and let me try--I will try so hard." Great tears rolled down the boy's face. |
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