THE BOSS : BY THE OFFICE BOY

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVI, Issue 6, 6 February 1908, Page 37

THE BOSS : BY THE OFFICE BOY

When things go easy, he just saunters 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 paper, lights a good cigar, 'Phones to a friend, and then goes out -to lunch. And Igo home and say to maw — ' Gee whizz L I hate to work, I wish I was the Boss ! ' But my, when things gio wrong !. Maytbe a strike,-. Or prices down, or some bank goes and busts, Then ain't he Johnny-on-the-spot at eight !, Then he don't take no time to read. the news,. Nor eat his lunoh, but keeps us all as-jump. Then he shoots letters at the girl till she Gets flustry red spots on her cheeks ; and makes . Even old Chief Clerk hustle ; you know him, That fat one, with the sort of double chin. • And me— why, I'm greased lightning when he calls. And when night comes, then he looks kinder pale"^"' And anxious like, and yet so full of fight, I get a sort of aching in my throat Like soncething choked me, when I looked at him, And I go home and say to maw—' Gee whizz ! Bizness is tough. I'm glad I ain't the Boss ! ' — Exchange. .