plaining why you came here for this job and how you propose to rise in the ranks of Eason and Son, Ltd., by dint of perseverance and assiduity where there is great opportunity in this company for a boy that will keep his eye on the guidon ahead and guard his flanks from the siren call of sin. I write, Frank McCourt, 4, Little Barrington Street, Limerick City, County Limerick, Ireland I am applying for this job so that I can rise to the highest ranks of Easons Ltd., by dint of perseverance and assadooty knowing that if I keep my eyes ahead and protect my flanks I’ll be safe from all temptation and a credit to Easons and Ire- land in general. What’s this? says Mr. McCaffrey. Do we have here a twisting of the truth? I don’t know, Mr. McCaffrey. Little Barrington Street.That’s a lane.Why are you calling it a street? You live in a lane, not a street. They call it a street, Mr. McCaffrey. Don’t be getting above yourself, boy. Oh, I wouldn’t, Mr. McCaffrey. You live in a lane and that means you have nowhere to go but up. Do you understand that, McCourt? I do, sir. You have to work your way out of the lane, McCourt. I do, Mr. McCaffrey. You have the cut and jib of a lane boy, McCourt. Yes, Mr. McCaffrey. You have the look of the lane all over you. All over you from poll to toe cap. Don’t try to fool the populace, McCourt.You’d have to rise early in the morning to fool the likes of me. Oh, I wouldn’t, Mr. McCaffrey. Then there’s the eyes.Very sore eyes you have there. Can you see? 335