Canadian foundryman (1921) . rm, a bacon hog,likewise a cow. My feet Id plant upon the desk, mywealth would prosper inch by inch—oh, bossin the wholeshootin-match would be to me a pleasant cinch. But since things aint so fresh just now as they wasbout three months ago, Im not so certain of the fun ofbein the boss around the show. Some funny things turnup these days between the mornin and the night, and Ihear them tellin round the plant that moneys gettinpowerful tight. The boss aint quittin early now, hes settin tightaround the place, theyre stickin grey hairs in his headand plantin wrinkles i
Canadian foundryman (1921) . rm, a bacon hog,likewise a cow. My feet Id plant upon the desk, mywealth would prosper inch by inch—oh, bossin the wholeshootin-match would be to me a pleasant cinch. But since things aint so fresh just now as they wasbout three months ago, Im not so certain of the fun ofbein the boss around the show. Some funny things turnup these days between the mornin and the night, and Ihear them tellin round the plant that moneys gettinpowerful tight. The boss aint quittin early now, hes settin tightaround the place, theyre stickin grey hairs in his headand plantin wrinkles in his face. Theres papers piledupon the desk, enough to fill a good-sized cart, and hesfigurin this here thing and that, and squintin hard upona chart. Hes sittin there long after dark, and says weaint a-goin to bust, but hes puttin on the pressure thereand changin off from may to must. I use to think that bossin job was one grand, easy, fataffair, but I aint a-hankerin for them now to lead meforward to his chair.— KEEP GOING! Motor World. • > Volume XII.
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