Torchy, Private SEC.

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Well, it’s come! Uh-huh! And sudden, too, like I knew it would, if it came at all. No climbin’ the ladder for me, not while they run express elevators. And, believe me, when the gate opened, I was right there with my foot out. It was like this: One mornin’ I’m in my old place behind the brass rail, at the jump-end of the buzzer. I’m every-body’s slave in general, and Piddie’s football in particular. You know-head office boy of the Corrugated Trust. That’s description enough, ain’t it? And I’d been there so long-Honest, when I first went on the job I used to sneak the city directory under the chair so my toes could touch. Now my knees rub the under-side of the desk. Familiar with the place? Say, there are just seventeen floor cracks between me and the opposite wall; it’s fifty-eight steps through into Old Hickory’s roll-top and back; and the ink I’ve poured into all them desk-wells would be enough to float a ferry-boat.