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“I can’t get any job at all, Roy. That’s the hard part of it.”

“Get out! A boy with your ability and with a high school diploma and with your good record as a student! Of course you can get a job. You’re too particular, that’s all.”

“If only that was the case, Roy, I’d be the happiest fellow in the world. But it isn’t a matter of being particular. I can’t get any job at all.”

Poor Willie looked so sober that Roy laughed outright. Then, seeing the hurt look on Willie’s face, he said: “Forgive me, Willie. But you pulled such a funny face I just couldn’t help laughing. And anyway, I know you’re mistaken. Why, business men everywhere are constantly on the lookout for bright young fellows like you, Willie.”

For a long time Willie was silent. “Perhaps they are,” he admitted gloomily. “But they want them lar—lar”—he appeared almost to choke over the word—“they want them larger.”

“Well, I’ll be switched,” cried Roy, getting to his feet in indignation. “If that doesn’t beat the band. As though size had anything to do with a fellow’s ability. I just can’t believe it, Willie. Have you really tried to get a place?”