From the Evening Star, March 9, 1913.
 

 “I did my best,” said Uncle Jim,.
     “No one can say I shirk.
 I started in with earnest vim
     To get a chance to work.
 I didn’t sit in calm content
     Nor indolent disgrace.
 I wrote straight to the President
     And asked him for a place.
 
 “The sun is shining on the stream
     That sings its song so light;
 And underneath the waves that gleam
     Are fish who yearn to bite.
 In spite of disappointment sad
     I do not sigh or sob.
 To tell the truth, I’m rather glad
     I didn’t get a job.”