One morning last week Secretary Ickes decided to have a look at his Interior Department. At random he walked down a corridor in his shirt sleeves and poked his head into an office. A young man was sitting with his feet on a desk reading a newspaper.
"Is that the way you work?" asked Mr. Ickes. "I don't do that myself."
"And who in the hell are you?" asked the employe innocently.
Into another office popped the Secretary and found a man who had taken off his white shoes and was cleaning them. In another he...
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