IT S NOT GENERALLY known that in the bank, where I worked myself up to the presidency, and made that great financial coup, just before making a Canadian tour. I first made my debut as office boy. It was due, it was said, to a phenomenal genius for making a puzzle out of every, little thing that came under my notice that it was unanimously voted that some other position should be tendered me.
To illustrate my earnest desire to make everything clear by kindergarten methods, I recall that just before I was promoted, there was a meeting of the directors, and I took occasion to pin an explanatory sign on the door of their room, just to see which of them had brains enough to decipher it. I looked upon it as a sort of competitive test, as it were, to decide which of them was best qualified to fill the position of teller, which was vacant at the time; but, as none of them could tell, I thought that somebody about my own size was best qualified to fill the position, and therefore used it as a stepping stone to the presidency. Doubtless many of our puzzlists of an older growth will recall the incident and can furnish the answer to such as are ambitious to improve their positions by similar tactics.
The office boy’s puzzle being interpreted says: “Trustee's room.”
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