“Well, sir,” said the president, smiling for the first time, “I regret to inform you that there is only one such place on our railroad. I occupy that place myself, and I am not thinking of resigning.” The young man’s face flushed. [Illustration: “I HAVE JUST FINISHED MY COURSE IN THE HIGH SCHOOL.”] The president continued: “I hope you will not think that it is going beyond what is right and proper for me to say, but I must tell you, young man, that you have started out in life with the wrong notion. No brave and strong young man is going about looking for an easy place. The brave and true man asks only for work. And the men who are occupying what you call the easy places in this life today are the men who have climbed into them by hard work. You are very much mistaken if you think that they have stepped into them from the high school. In fact, and you’ll find it out soon enough for yourself, there are really no soft or easy places in this world, and the man who goes about seeking such places stamps himself at once as a failure. Nobody will ever employ such a boy, and such a boy would be no good if he were employed. Let me, as a friend, advise you, young man, that the next place you go to to apply for a job, you ask for a chance to begin at the bottom. If it happens to be a railroad, ask to be given a chance to do anything--firing an engine, or cleaning cars, or laboring in the roundhouse. Be willing to begin low down in the business, and, if you’re made out of the right stuff, you will fight your way to the front. I started in with the Short Line as a day laborer myself, and if I had not done so I would not be at its head today. You advertise your own folly when you go and ask a sensible business man to put you at the start at the head of something. You must begin at the bottom and work up to the top. That is the rule everywhere, and you will not, I am sure, prove an exception to it.” Let us hope, boys and girls, that this young man left the president’s office a wiser young man. Be sure not to follow his example. Don’t go around hunting for easy places. AT THE ZOO. Father and son, making the rounds of the Zoological gardens, paused before a cage containing a beautiful zebra. “Oh, papa,” exclaimed the little boy, “see that donkey with a baseball sweater on!” THE BIG BLACK BURGLAR. One cold winter night, about midnight, my good wife called to me, saying: “Dan! Dan! Get up! Get up!” “What’s the matter?” I asked, with much alarm. “Somebody’s in the dining-room; I heard them rattling the dishes just a minute ago.” “I don’t hear anything, wife,” I said slowly. “There’s somebody in these sure; I heard them myself. Do get up, Dan, before they take everything we’ve got.” “I haven’t got a gun or any kind of weapon,” I said, still fighting for time. “Well, get up and make a noise--walk around heavy--that’s frighten ’em and make ’em leave.” I got up quietly, turned up the lamp, and looked about me with a sigh.