THE DIARY OF AN OFFICE-SEEKER
Fourfd in Frontof a 3-Cent Lunch Room on Pennsylvania Avenue by O. P.
Newman, The Hay Book's Correspondent in Washington.
Podunk Corners, Ky., April 2.
Resigned my job in old man Jen
kins' store today. No more fifteen a
-week for me. I'm
week for me. I'm
ton to see Woody
and get a soft berth.
Drew my savings
$250 out of the
bank and bought a
ticket to Washing
ton. Washington, D. C,
Tipped the porter
half a dollar when I
got in. Rode in one
of them automobile
hacks they call a
taxi and told the
driver to take me to
the best hotel in
town. Say, it's a
swell place, but
what do I care for
money? I'll have a
fine job in a day or
Didn't see Woody today. Went up
and looked at the White House. I
wasn't a bit scared. A policeman
opened the door and bowed just as
polite. Inside was a big room, with
men and women sitting around. A
nice-looking young man walked up
an,'d said: "What can I do for you?"
I said right out loud: "My name's
Josh Jones, and I've come clear from
Podunk Corners, Ky., to see Presi
The young fellow" bowed and hand
ed me a card. "Just fill that out," he
said.- I sat down to a table, where
there was pen and ink and a lot of
cards like the one I had, and filled it
out like this:
Name Josh Jones, Podunk Cor
Wistfes to See President Wilson.
Nature of Business Wants to talk
about acoepting a position.
The young fellow took my card and
invited me to sit down. Everybody in
the room was looking at me, but I
wasn't nervous. Pretty soon the
young fellow came back, still smiling
polite and bowing.
"The president cannot see you'
he said. "Hethas made a-rule not to
receive personal applications for of
fice. You will have to apply to the
head of the department where you
want a position."
The people sitting round smiled,
but I don't know why.
April 7. '
Paid my hotel bill and moved to
a cheaper hotel today. No use spend
ing money just for a place to sleep
and eat. Called, on Secretary of State
Bryan, but he was busy.
Had a conference today with Mr.
McAdoo, the secretary of the treas
ury. I read in a paper that the treas
ury department has 30,000 employes,
and thought that would be the best
place to get a job. When I went over
to the big stone building there was
a crowd of people around the en
trance. A man whispered to me.
"There comes Secretary McAdoo."
I saw a lanky, black-haired fellow,
with a smooth face. I steppedright up
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"I'm Josh Jones, of Podunk Cor
ners, Ky.," I said. He stopped, just
as kind and as polite as anybody.
"Glad to see you, Mr. Jones' he said,
just like that, and he shook hands
with me real hearty. I said: "I've
come to wasnmgton to confer with
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