“How deserving must poor be to obtain groceries for it?” ask this Anazuma.
So I tell this Japanese barber following yarn-tale of charity while he was putting hair-cut on my head:
Hon. Oscar Casey, dough-baker for wages, suddenly become unemployed by no job. He would be delighted to make bread somewhere, but he is not required there, thank you. So he soonly begin enjoying hunger & faint symptoms of esophagus. He make street-walk to see what. In midst of promenading he observe one intensely beautiful sky-scrape palace with sign on it
“ORGANIZED MAGNATE CHARITY CO.”
“Oh ha!” say Hon. Casey for blissful ankles. “I will apply myself to this charitable place and require some of it.”
In Italian marble hallway Elevator Man meet him to enquire,
“Name, if convenient!”
“I am name Hon. Oscar Casey, formerly skillful at dough-baking.”
“This is very wrong doorway for bakers,” collapse Elevator Man. “Apply to trademan entrance.”
So down to trademan entrance this Hon. Casey go, where he is collided by Hon. Janitor.