And then he backed modestly out of the room.
Into the Salesmanager’s sanctum Bud carried the same dashing disregard for precedent and prehistoric policies that had landed him the hundred-and-fifty dollar job.
Inside two more years he had established such a ripping record that the Boss made him General Manager of the Works and raised him to Two Hundred.
The Boss also let Bud in on a percentage of the profits equaling one-sixteenth of one percent beginning with the tenth year after it went into effect.
As for Clarence, he is still sitting neat and erect somewhere in one of the outer offices checking things at a small desk.
In between glances at comrade clock, he wonders how the Boss could have possibly made such a busy blunder as to pop Bud to the top and overlook real genius.
“Mercy!” he ejaculates, and turns once more to his checking.
Lesson for Today: A stiff neck never supported a thinking head.