Crusoe in New York, and other talesHale, Edward Everett
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Crusoe in New York, and other tales
Hale, Edward Everett
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
For, when a crisis comes, or anything like a crisis, the world has a
hopeless fashion of jamming its old stout felt hat over its ears, tying
a stout scarf above it, and going out to battle in the storm, and
forgets, in the fight, the lath-and-plaster hat which has dragged the
street yesterday. It trusts a proved friend, though his felt be a
little rough, and his braid a little frayed. And while Mr. John Sapp's
portfolio of recommendations grew larger and larger, and showed he was
good for everything, from a post on the Board of Health round to the
janitorship of the public library, the public, when it was on its
mettle, had a brutal way of appointing what he called "new men," who
had made no application, or what he called "old fogies," who had been
trained by experience to understand their duties. And it must be
confessed that Mr. Sapp held back very modestly from the places which
involved danger to-day, or which required preparation in years bygone.
When the war came, he made no offer of service in the field, but was
quite sure there must be some place as storekeeper that he should like.
When Kansas was to be settled of a sudden, he did not think of
emigrating; but he thought there might be some place for him in the
office that sent the emigrants. I happen to remember that forty-nine
thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine other men of his age thought
much the same thing. Having, indeed, been educated for nothing in
particular, Mr. Sapp was always on the front list of applicants for
places where there was nothing in particular to do.
I have had a great many such men to examine, sooner or later. If Mr.
Sapp had come before me, sitting as county commissioner, or inspector
of prisons, the question I would have put him first would have been,
"What can you do best in this world? What do you think you are most
good for? What do you like to do?" It is pathetic to see how
disappointed men break down under that question. I once asked a foreign
missionary what he would do if he had _carte-blanche_,--had a hundred
thousand dollars to expend in the next year?
"I--I--I think, ah, ah--you had better ask the advisory board," he
said.
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