Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-12-14
jOBSEEKER GOES
| LIMIT IN WANT AID
Leaves No Doubt as to
Virtues and Ability in
Autobiography.
Special DISPATCH TO The Star.

Special Dispatch TO The Star.
OKLAHOMA CITY. Okla, December
I'm. l.. Reid of this city, who has
been looking for a job, took no
chances on having any of his good,
points overlooked when he published
the following advertisement recently
in the Daily Oklahoman:
"Wanted--Job as salesman or adj
vertiser. Can get good results sell
ing or advertising anything from cold
storage eggs UP to line of cheap
soap and up. Experienced stenogra-
pher and office manager various lines.
Makes no difference where ! was
born, of course, but Arkansas is now
honored or dishonered, whichever the
case may be.
Il can handle correspondence in
plumb good. up-to- date 'Arkansaw'
he-business language and am an
expert in using grunts at the proper
time. Can sell anything, admit 1t,
and believe in selling real estate; !
can stretch a rhyme around a boxed
and stripped house that'll make 1t in
reality a feathered nest where dreams
will not fail to come true.
Poverty First Experience.
My subconscience reflects birth
place and childhood days surrounded
with real poverty and the saddest of
happiness that seems to me to be
paramount in the life of q child, u
place located in an isolated district in
the hills of Arkansas, where the owls
roost with the chickens and we used
possumS for watch dogs and where
the chief entertainment the whole
year round was the roar of wood
chuCk's bill upon the side of an old
pine tree from which the bark had
fallen to the ground and decayed, re-
suming its place in the BOSOM of the
earth from which it came.
And many times, around o'clock
in the morning, | have made my way,
through lampless room, to the front
door of our log cabin, stepped outside
where the porch should have been
and found our dogs bedded with
possums by the doorsteps. We never
allowed our coon dogs to have any
i'll or chasin feelin's toward the pos
sums.
And l don't see anything wrong
about owls roosting with chickens, If
they were decent providers, had neigh
borly views and were free from evil
designs, but | have actually seen nu-
merous owls light in the chicken
roost, ease up to the warm side of a
perfectly gentle, good-natured. de-
cent, excellent laying hen, keep
scrouging closer and closer until he
finally ooched her clean off the roost
then grab her around the waist and
neck she fell and carry her away,
perhaps to some high cleft in the bluff
locality, where 1t is presumed, and
sometimes we found evidence of such
action, he swallowed her. toe nails
and all, including, no doubt, part of
the feathers.
Spent Time With Books.
speaking. trained, by a family in
oklahoma, the walls of whose home
are lined with books, the selection of
which seems to have been so carefully
made and the contents of which seem
SO elevatiug. when l re-ontcr the
place it gives me d feeling | am in
the presence of the Supreme Court of
the United States and that silence
should prevail. While delight in
talking to women. think the sweetest
thing in the world is a woman, and
the richest thing in the world Is also
a woman who strives her level best
to raise her children in the right
way, teach them broad mindedness
and fill them with a desire to live
right persistently regardless of how
her husband thinks they should be
brought up, | have no desire for u
house house soliciting job.
II am just out of an institution, the
getting away from which makes me
feel more like an cX-jailbird than an
eX-patient,- and am not able to walk
to the tune of residence -to-resdence
work. | can sing, whistle, smile,
frown, talk or keep quiet and listen
and shake a scandalous foot the
stage when l am in shaking condi- !
ton, and while some of my doingS
seem to border a good deal more on the t
ridiculous than the sublime, | have !
horror for vulgarity and cussin'. (;
too: believe in right living. clean Ian
Euage and beautiful thoughts fringed |
and interviewer with wit and humor /
and lots of real fun. the stuff that !
makes life worth living.
Needs Job for Christmas.
"If there is a reader of this ad who !
needs 'go-getter, high-powered, |
live wire to put your business on the |
map through both selling and adver- |
Using. I'm your huckleberry. Christ !
mas is now visible in the distance !
across the plains and can be seen on i
the clouds and everywhere and / need !
n job, a job right now, in order to |!
keep Santa Claus from passing my |
youngsters door like the soda pop |
man passes a brat on the railroad |
train who hasn't dime to spend.
Unless some one gives me the kind |
OF a job ! want right away, I am !
going to take my smiles and frowns, ,
thoughts and thoughtlessness, wife |
and three babies to California and
offer myself for sale at public auction !
on the streets of Hollywood. Cor
years Paramount has been ringing
in my ears.) I grew up in the cot
ton patches, corn and wheat fields
and broomcorn localities where orig
inality originates. I've been growing
53 years and still at it. If you have
anything to offer me, don't be bit
backward about it. I'm rarin' to
step. NJ. l.. Reid, 1917 West Twelfth
street, Oklahoma City"