Torchy Private SEC.

Well it's come! Uh-huh! And sudden too like I knew it would if it came at all. No climbin' the ladder for me not while they run express elevators. And believe me when the gate opened I was right there with my foot out. It was like this: One mornin' I'm in my old place behind the brass rail at the jump-end of the buzzer. I'm every-body's slave in general and Piddie's football in particular. You know-head office boy of the Corrugated Trust. That's description enough ain't it? And I'd been there so long-Honest when I first went on the job I used to sneak the city directory under the chair so my toes could touch. Now my knees rub the under-side of the desk. Familiar with the place? Say there are just seventeen floor cracks between me and the opposite wall; it's fifty-eight steps through into Old Hickory's roll-top and back; and the ink I've poured into all them desk-wells would be enough to float a ferry-boat.