Hunting for a Job (S.S. McClure) I

Hunting for a Job (S.S. McClure) I reached Boston late that night and got out at the South Station. I knew no one in Boston except Miss Bennet. She lived in Somerville and I immediately started out for Somerville. Miss Bennet and her family did all they could to make me comfortable and help me to get myself established in some way. I had only six dollars and their hospitality was of utmost importance to me. My first application for a job in Boston was made in accordance with an idea of my own. Every boy in the Western states knew the Pope Manufacturing Company, which produced bicycles. When I published my first work “History of Western College Journalism” the Pope Company had given me an advertisement, and that seemed to be a “connection” of some kind. So I decided to go to the offices of the Pope Manufacturing Company to ask for a job. I walked into the general office and said that I wanted the president of the company. “Colonel Pope?” asked the clerk. I answered, “Yes, Colonel Pope” I was taken to Colonel Pope. Who was then an alert energetic man of thirty-nine. I told Colonel Pope, by the way of introduction, that he had once given me an advertisement for a little book I had published, that I had been a College editor and out of job. What I wanted was work and I wanted it badly. He said he was sorry, but they were laying off hands. I still hung on. It seemed to me that everything would be all up with me, if I had to go out of that room without a job. I asked him if there wasn’t anything at all that I could do. My earnestness made him look at me sharply. “Willing to wash windows and scrub floors?” he asked. I told him that I was, and he turned to one of his clerks. “Has Wilmot got anybody yet to help him in the downtown rink?” he asked. The clerk said he thought not. “Very well”, said Colonel Pope, “You can go to the rink and help Wilmot out for tomorrow”. The next day I went to the bicycle rink and found that what Wilmot wanted was a man to teach beginners to ride. I had never been on a bicycle in my life nor ever very close to one, but in couple of hours I had learnt to ride a bicycle myself and was teaching other people. Next day Mr. Wilmot paid me a dollar. He didn’t say anything about my coming back the next morning, but I came and went to work, very much afraid that I would be told I wasn’t needed. After that Mr. Wilmot did not exactly engage me, but he forgot to discharge me, and I came back every day and went to work. At the end of the week Colonel Pope sent for me and placed me in charge of the uptown rink. Colonel Pope was a man who watched his workmen. I hadn’t been mistaken when I felt that a young man would have a chance with him. He often used to say that “water would find its level”, and kept an eye on us. One day he called me into his office and asked me if I could edit a magazine. “Yes, sir.” I replied quickly. I remember it flashed through my mind that I could do anything I was put at – that if I were required to run an ocean steamer I could somehow manage to do it. I could learn to do it as I went along. I answered as quickly as I could get the words out of my mouth, afraid that Colonel would change his mind before I could get them out. This is how I got my first job. And I have never bled (??) ever since that one of the reasons why I got it was. I had been “willing to wash windows and scrub floors”. I had been ready for anything.

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Hunting for a Job (S.S. McClure)

I reached Boston late that night and got out at the South Station. I knew no one in Boston except Miss Bennet. She lived in Somerville and I immediately started out for Somerville. Miss Bennet and her family did all they could to make me comfortable and help me to get myself established in some way. I had only six dollars and their hospitality was of utmost importance to me.
My first application for a job in Boston was made in accordance with an idea of my own. Every boy in the Western states knew the Pope Manufacturing Company, which produced bicycles. When I published my first work “History of Western College Journalism” the Pope Company had given me an advertisement, and that seemed to be a “connection” of some kind. So I decided to go to the offices of the Pope Manufacturing Company to ask for a job. I walked into the general office and said that I wanted the president of the company.
“Colonel Pope?” asked the clerk.
I answered, “Yes, Colonel Pope”
I was taken to Colonel Pope. Who was then an alert energetic man of thirty-nine. I told Colonel Pope, by the way of introduction, that he had once given me an advertisement for a little book I had published, that I had been a College editor and out of job. What I wanted was work and I wanted it badly.
He said he was sorry, but they were laying off hands. I still hung on. It seemed to me that everything would be all up with me, if I had to go out of that room without a job. I asked him if there wasn’t anything at all that I could do. My earnestness made him look at me sharply.
“Willing to wash windows and scrub floors?” he asked.
I told him that I was, and he turned to one of his clerks.
“Has Wilmot got anybody yet to help him in the downtown rink?” he asked.
The clerk said he thought not.
“Very well”, said Colonel Pope, “You can go to the rink and help Wilmot out for tomorrow”.
The next day I went to the bicycle rink and found that what Wilmot wanted was a man to teach beginners to ride. I had never been on a bicycle in my life nor ever very close to one, but in couple of hours I had learnt to ride a bicycle myself and was teaching other people.
Next day Mr. Wilmot paid me a dollar. He didn’t say anything about my coming back the next morning, but I came and went to work, very much afraid that I would be told I wasn’t needed. After that Mr. Wilmot did not exactly engage me, but he forgot to discharge me, and I came back every day and went to work. At the end of the week Colonel Pope sent for me and placed me in charge of the uptown rink.
Colonel Pope was a man who watched his workmen. I hadn’t been mistaken when I felt that a young man would have a chance with him. He often used to say that “water would find its level”, and kept an eye on us. One day he called me into his office and asked me if I could edit a magazine.
“Yes, sir.” I replied quickly. I remember it flashed through my mind that I could do anything I was put at – that if I were required to run an ocean steamer I could somehow manage to do it. I could learn to do it as I went along. I answered as quickly as I could get the words out of my mouth, afraid that Colonel would change his mind before I could get them out.
This is how I got my first job. And I have never bled (??) ever since that one of the reasons why I got it was. I had been "willing to wash windows and scrub floors". I had been ready for anything.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Hunting for a Job (S.S. McClure)

I reached Boston late that night and got out at the South Station. I knew no one in Boston except Miss Bennet. She lived in Somerville and I immediately started out for Somerville. Miss Bennet and her family did all they could to make me comfortable and help me to get myself established in some way. I had only six dollars and their hospitality was of utmost importance to me.
My first application for a job in Boston was made in accordance with an idea of my own. Every boy in the Western states knew the Pope Manufacturing Company, which produced bicycles. When I published my first work "History of Western College Journalism" the Pope Company had given me an advertisement, and that seemed to be a "connection" of some kind. So I decided to go to the offices of the Pope Manufacturing Company to ask for a job. I walked into the general office and said that I wanted the president of the company.
"Colonel Pope?" asked the clerk.
I answered, "Yes, Colonel Pope"
I was taken to Colonel Pope. Who was then an alert energetic man of thirty-nine. I told Colonel Pope, by the way of introduction, that he had once given me an advertisement for a little book I had published, that I had been a college editor and out of job. What I wanted was work and I wanted it badly.
He said he was sorry, but they were laying off hands. I'm still hung on. It seemed to me that everything would be all up with me, if I had to go out of that room without a job. I asked him if there wasn't anything at all that I could do. My earnestness made him look at me sharply.
"Willing to wash windows and scrub floors?" he asked.
I told him that I was, and he turned to one of his clerks.
"Has Wilmot got anybody yet to help him in the downtown rink?" he asked.
The clerk said he thought not.
"Very well," said Colonel Pope, "You can go to the rink and help Wilmot out for tomorrow."
The next day I went to the bike rink and found that what Wilmot wanted was a man to beginner teachs to ride. I had never been on a bicycle in my life nor ever very close to one, but in a couple of hours I had learnt to ride a bicycle myself and was teaching other people.
Next day Mr. Wilmot paid me a dollar. He didn't say anything about my coming back the next morning, but I came and went to work, very much afraid that I would be told I wasn't needed. After that Mr. Wilmot did not exactly engage me, but he forgot to discharge me, and I came back every day and went to work. At the end of the week Colonel Pope sent for me and placed me in charge of the uptown rink.
Colonel Pope was a man who watched his workmen. I hadn't been mistaken when I felt that a young man would have a chance with him. He often used to say that "water would find its level" and kept an eye on us. One day he called me into his office and asked me if I could edit a magazine.
"Yes, sir." I'm not that i.e. I remember it flashed through my mind that I could do anything I was put at – that if I were required to run an ocean steamer I could somehow manage to do it. I could learn to do it as I went along. I answered as quickly as I could get the words out of my mouth, afraid that Colonel would change his mind before I could get them out.
This is how I got my first job. And I have never bled (??) ever since that one of the reasons why I got it was. I was "willing to wash windows and scrub floors." I was ready for anything.

Результаты (английский) 3:

Hunting for a Job）（S.S.McClure）
I read Boston late that night at the south station. I know not a Bennet in miss except Boston. She lives in Somerville and I immediately started working for Somerville. Miss Bennet and her family have done it. They can make me comfortable and help me put my own established in some ways. I have only six dollars and their hospitals that are actually imported to me.
I first worked in Boston on my own terms. Western states Every boy know the Pope Manufacturing Company，which produced bicycles. When I published the history of my first job, Western College Journal, "pop company had given me an advertisement", this is a connected "some children". So I decided to go to pop manufacturing company's office and ask for a job. I want to enter the general office and say I want to be the president of the company.
“Colonel Pope？ “asked the clerk.
I replied
I'm taking the colonial Pope. Who is a hellish energy man. I told colonial Pope, by the way of introduction, that he had once given me an advertisement for a little book I had published, that I had been a college editor and out of job What kind of work do I want? What I want is bad.
He said he was sorry, but they laughed. I'm still happy. Look at me, everything will be with me if I have to leave the room without work. I asked him if there was anything I could do. My earthness made him look at me.
"Will be closed to windows and floors?" "He asked.
I told him I was, he put his clothes.
"Do we have anyone to help him in downtown? "He asked.
Clean said he didn't think.
“Very well，said Colonel Pope，”
Next day, I will go to Dahuan and find out what Wilmont wants is a man to clean the house. I have never had a big cycle in my life, nothing is closer than one, but in a few hours, I have experience to face a big myself and teach others.
Next day Mr.Wilmot paid me a dollar. He didn't say anything that I would go back to the next morning, but I came to work, a lot of fear that I would tell me I didn't need it. After that Mr.Wilmot did not exactly engage me，but he forgot to discharge me，and I came back every day and went to work. "On weekends, colonial Pope sent for me and placed me in charge of the uptown rink
Colony Pope is a man who wants his workers. When I didn't leave, I felt that a young man would have a chance with him. He said, "the water will find his level and put an eye on us." One day, he called me to his office and asked me if I could edit a magazine.
Yes, sir. I remember it flashed through my heart, I could do anything, I had to put it in - if I needed to run an ocean step, I could do some management. I can be myself. I understand that I can put words from my mother's words, I'm afraid Colonel will change his heart before I can let them out.
This is how I got my first job. I don't have a blood?) ? every reason, a reason, why I got it. I used to feel that way. " I've got everything ready.