THE BOSS

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXI, Issue 18790, 26 May 1923, Page 14

THE BOSS

(By the Office Boy). When things go easy, he just sa’liters round At ten o'clock or so: then reads his mail. Dictates some half a dozen letters to the girl. Tosses us each a word, or maybe two, Looks at the papers, lights a good cigar, ’Phones to a friend, and then goes out to lunch, And I go home and say to maw—“ Gee Whiz I hate to work. I wish T was the boss!” But my, when things go wrong! May-1 be a strike Or prices down, or some bank goes and busts— THEN ain’t J.e Johnny-on-the-spot at 1 eight' Then he don’t take no time to read the news, Nor eat no lunch, but keeps us all fljump. 'then he shoots letters at the girl, till she Gets flu.stery red spots on her cheeks, and makes Even old Chief Clerk hustle; you knew him, That fat one with the sort of double chin. And Me—why. T’m greased lightning when he calls. And when night comes then he looks kind of pale. And anxious like, and vet so fn.’l of! fight, I get a sort of aching in my t-hrort Like something choked me when I lock I at him. And I go home and say to maw—“'Gee; whiz! Bizness is lough, I’m glad I ain’t the; boss!” ’ j —American Exchange. ■