Beta Book

I'd like to go traveling myself--I
suppose you fellows think I wouldn't care to go bumming around
like you do and never have to worry about how the firm's going
to break even. But--Well, good-by, old man, and don't
forget us. Drop me a line now and then and let me know how
you're getting along. Oh say, if you happen to see any novelties
that look good let us hear about them. But drop me a line, anyway.
We'll always be glad to hear from you. Well, good-by and good luck.
Sure and drop me a line."
In the corner which had been his home for eight years Mr. Wrenn
could not devise any new and yet more improved arrangement of
the wire baskets and clips and desk reminders, so he cleaned a
pen, blew some gray eraser-dust from under his iron ink-well
standard, and decided that his desk was in order; reflecting:
He'd been there a long time. Now he could never come back to
it, no matter how much he wanted to.... How good the manager
had been to him. Gee! he hadn't appreciated how considerut
Guilfogle was!
He started down the corridor on a round of farewells to the boys.


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