. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. Copeland-Chatterson Company Sole Agents for the Dominion TORONTO MONTREAL 75 Queen St. West 11 2 St. James St. When writing advertisers kindly mention Busy Mans Magazine. ISO THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE The young man with the uncut hairand hungry look had submitted a poemfor editorial consideration. Well, said the man behind the bluepencil, after a hurried glance at it, howdoes thirty shillings strike you? Why—er—really, stammered therhymester, that is more than I—er— Well, thats the best I can do, in-terrupted the busy editor. I couldntthink of printing a
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. Copeland-Chatterson Company Sole Agents for the Dominion TORONTO MONTREAL 75 Queen St. West 11 2 St. James St. When writing advertisers kindly mention Busy Mans Magazine. ISO THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE The young man with the uncut hairand hungry look had submitted a poemfor editorial consideration. Well, said the man behind the bluepencil, after a hurried glance at it, howdoes thirty shillings strike you? Why—er—really, stammered therhymester, that is more than I—er— Well, thats the best I can do, in-terrupted the busy editor. I couldntthink of printing a poem like that AN EYE ON THE FUTURE. Faith ! whin th railroads gits torunnin their thrains by lectricity, Oiwondher phwere Oill git me coal.—Jud^e. His name was Augustus AthrobaldRobinson, but in the business where hehad lately secured a position as officeboy everybody called him Jim, on theground that his name was too long forbusiness purposes. He was very keen on retaining hisposition, so, when a caller came in oneday and made a violent complaint abouta letter that had not been posted tohim, Jim listened in terror. Wheres that boy ? cried his em- ployer in a fury. Here, you imp, takeyour coat and hat, and get out ! Imashamed of you ! Go to the cashier andget your salary, and dont let me seeyou here again, you wretched littlebungler ! Jim, terrified, and almost crying, leftthe office and hurried away. The next morning his employer calledat his home, and the youth came to thedoor. You young donkey, exclaimed thevisitor, do you suppose I really sackedyou yesterday ? Of course not ! Comeon back to t
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