His psychology was as different from Clarence’s “as day is from night,” to put it originally yet cleverly.
Bud was a wrecker of rules and a punisher of precedent.
He couldn’t see where certain non-essential things cut any large and influential ice in the great game of Business.
And he voiced his views with such hobnailed frankness that Clarence daily expected to see Bud popped from the Payroll.
He cautioned Bud repeatedly in a patronizing high tenor to censor his stuff or be prepared for the Hiking Certificate.
Time went on some more.
Bud still stuck.
The predictions of Clarence and all the other starchy little stallers proved to be punk and peanutty.
Comrade Boss seemed to take considerable shine to Bud, but none of the tall-collared gentry could get it at all.
Bud didn’t smoke his cigarettes around in the alley. And he played billiards on the Sabbath. And his business letters lacked dignity they said, although the stuff got over.