“ he received a letter, offering him a job in another country. ood pair of shoes,” he thought. “i o and see.”
he h he ,” he said to him. “to, i brought in a pair of shoes to be repaired. do you think you’ve still got them?”
“name?” the old shoemaker asked.
“smith.” the man said.
“i’ll go and see. they may be out back.”
the shoemaker the pair of shoes.
“here e, four—give or take ten percent, but on average, four.”
then the intervieets up, locks the door, closes the shade, sits doeant in. “sarge, i just got a telegram that private jones’ mother died yesterday. better go tell him and send him in to see me.” so the sergeant calls for his morning formation and lines up all the troops. “listen up, men,” says the sergeant. “johnson, report to the mess hall. smith, report to personnel to sign some papers. the rest of you men report to the motor pool for maintenance. oh by the eant into his office. “hey, sarge, that eant.
a feeant in again, “sarge, i just got a telegram that private mcgrath’s mother died. you’d better go tell him and send him in to see me. this time be more tactful.”
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