From the Evening Star, March 9, 1913.
“I did my best,” said Uncle Jim,.
“No one can say I shirk.
I started in with earnest vim
To get a chance to work.
I didn’t sit in calm content
Nor indolent disgrace.
I wrote straight to the President
And asked him for a place.
“The sun is shining on the stream
That sings its song so light;
And underneath the waves that gleam
Are fish who yearn to bite.
In spite of disappointment sad
I do not sigh or sob.
To tell the truth, I’m rather glad
I didn’t get a job.”
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