By JACOB HARPER
The frustrated old man slumped miserably in his plush office chair, muttering darkly about the unsatisfying productivity of his mammoth boot conglomeration, particularly this factory.
“Lazy! That’s what they are! We pay the men extravagantly, and what do they do? In a 15-hour work shift they manufacture only 60,000 pairs of boots! Preposterous!”
The cross old tycoon’s young secretary, Jenkins, sincerely pretended to care.