Anvil Chorus of "It Can't Be Done!" and "I Told You So!" I had no desire to be the object of laughter as well as pity

d any place for a boy or man who stammered. I thought it would be easy to find a job where I wouldn't need to talk, but when I started out to look for this job, I found it wasn't so e

hree dollars a week. Wasn't that great pa

at I couldn't do much with even an elevator boy's job at three dollars a week unless I could talk. My employe

scouraged about that time. Things looked pretty hopeless for me-it was might

w I could make more money than I had ever made in my life-convinced me that I could make it. Then I started to tell my part of the story-but I didn't get very far before he discovered that I was a s

mmering barred the way, for they told me that even the stock chaser had to be able

ng out over the Grand Trunk Railway. I took the job-the last job in the world I should have expected to hol

agine what it meant to me to go up and down the aisles of the train, calling papers and every few moments finding out that

uestions just to hear me try to talk. It almost made me wish I could never see a human be

ate than this work of trying to sell newspapers-and it wasn't very long (as I

ing to get or hold a job in my condition. So I prepared to go home. I didn't want to do it, because I knew the neighbors and friends r

be cured of stammering, yet all the while resolving just as firmly as ever that I would tr

h and year after year, until in the end I was