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By Jack Joseph Smith
The sun shone a colored stream across his desk;
The Irish Catholic in him made him laugh about the
curved stain glass windows.
He looked down at his paper; but his mind flash-
ed back to the men at the table.
"What have you done?" they had asked.
"Followed the great stars well, because sence
childhood I have wanted to be an actor."
"In what rolls? Your resume doesn't mention any
hits."
"In my own life sir I've done most classical
things you've seen in the movies."
"Indeed; you're twenty-six?" (He had to be the
accountant to the business man,) Jiven Joe's soc-
ial cutting up mood thought.
"That's right sir, shucken' and jiven' at twenty-
six."
"What you have done is what we want to know?"
"You're a real lead man mister."
"No, we called you in here to be the lead man...
What do you think fellows? Does he still make it
in terms of what he looks like?"
Jiven Joe laughed remembering the intellectual
telling him that his hair looked good. (But sure-
ly it has something to do with my mind for me to
be primping.)