Judge — March 25, 1922 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Doesn’t It or Not? By W. Stockard NONE of us missed Phelps when he was fired by the office manager on account of some trivial mistake. He was an insignificant, little, overworked and underpaid clerk in the main office. His place was easily filled, and after a few days he was entirely forgotten. Things went on just the same. A few months passed—three, to be exact. There came about a change in owner- ship of the business, and the new owner became president. Naturally, all of us in the office were intensely interested in the new executive, and awaited his appearance with a nervous eagerness. He arrived at last, and what was our utter amazement to find that the new president was none other than Phelps, our former fellow-employee whom none of us ever gave a second thought. Success: But it was a different Phelps who | came into the office. His appearance bespoke prosperity, and his manner fairly radiated energy and confidence. In place of his previous timid, shrink- ing air, always expectant of verbal cuffs and rebuffs, the new Phelps had a fire in his eye, a spring in his step and a note of authority in his voice. He strode into the office in an alert, aggressive way, kicked the assistant manager out of his path, playfully pinched the head stenog, fired the superintendent and spoke back to the office boy. He took charge of affairs without an instant’s delay, and pro- ceeded to set the business humming, putting new pep into the personnel and increasing the general efficiency of the plant in a manner that was nothing short of truly marvelous. Yet, withal, it seemed to be without effort upon his part, and he always had sufficient leisure for the pleasures of life, for golf, motoring, the theater and the like. Naturally, all of us wondered at the change that had come about in the obscure, unsuccessful Phelps we had known; and finally’one day some of us mustered up courage to ask him outright about the matter. He met our questions frankly and without reservation. “You doubtless remember how it was with me in the old days three months ago,” he began. “I was getting only twenty-five dollars a week and support- ing a wife and three children. I was in a rut mentally and financially. I was overworked here at the office, I was shelved so far as promotion was concerned, my health was seriously im- paired, and I saw old age and poverty staring me in the face. Then I was let out, as you know. “I went home that night and put in DOG DISEASES And How to Feed Mailed free to any address by the Author America’s Pionet H. CLAY GLOVER CO., Inc. 129 West 24th Street, New York a blue evening | worrying over the utter hope- | lessness of the | [| ee) situation. I chanced to pick It was only 33 years after Robert Fulton’s “Clermont” up an old maga- had paddled her way up the Hudson River, that Sir zine lying Samuel Cunard and his associates founded the great around the house. 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