Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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The Turmoil 251 I'll warrant you take half a day to think out ten lines. Half a day! I've made ten thousand dollars by half a day's thought. Why don't you buckle down like Jim and Roscoe and take a man's interest in big business?" "Those two brothers of mine constantly amaze me," said Bibbs. "Jim is the less surprise because he is unmarried. But Roscoe has an attractive wife, and yet he gives less thought to Sibyl than he does to the output of automatic pumps." "And quite right, too." "I'm not so sure, dad. Sibyl, like many other women, is liable to turn for affection to the nearest man at hand — Robert Lamhorn in this case — if Roscoe continues to be engulfed in the turmoil." "Rubbish ! I didn't come here to listen to a lecture on Jim and Roscoe— from you, of all people. Pattern your life by either one of them, and I'll take my hat off to you." "I'm afraid it can't be done, dad. Money doesn't interest me. I mean that literally. I am not posing. I simply couldn't think figures and make them my life interest." "Too bad about you !" sneered James Sheridan. "Well, if the money end doesn't interest you, I'm going to insist that the working end does. I'm just about tired of your loafing, and I'm going to turn you loose in the factory and see if you can't get inspiration out of the job of feeding pieces of zinc into a machine to be cut into rings for the automatic pump. You start work Monday." Every column of smoke that streamed into the impure air of this hustling Middle West city created by James Sheridan was a column of joy "Why, it was nothing but a great joke," Mary laughed.