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.”