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<h1> THE JIMMYJOHN BOSS AND OTHER STORIES </h1>
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<h2> By Owen Wister </h2>
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<p>To Messrs. Harper & Bothers and Henry Mills Alden whose friendliness
and fair dealing I am glad of this chance to record</p>
<p>Owen Wister</p>
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<h2> Preface </h2>
<p>It's very plain that if a thing's the fashion—<br/>
Too much the fashion—if the people leap<br/>
To do it, or to be it, in a passion<br/>
Of haste and crowding, like a herd of sheep,<br/>
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Why then that thing becomes through imitation<br/>
Vulgar, excessive, obvious, and cheap.<br/>
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No gentleman desires to be pursuing<br/>
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What every Tom and Dick and Harry's doing.<br/>
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Stranger, do you write books? I ask the question,<br/>
Because I'm told that everybody writes<br/>
That what with scribbling, eating, and digestion,<br/>
And proper slumber, all our days and nights<br/>
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Are wholly filled. It seems an odd suggestion—<br/>
But if you do write, stop it, leave the masses,<br/>
Read me, and join the small selected classes.<br/></p>
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