"What do you have to know to be an efficiency expert?" asked the girl.

"From what I saw of the bird I just mentioned the less one knows about

anything the more successful he should be as an efficiency expert, for

he certainly didn't know anything. And yet the results from kicking

everybody in the plant out of his own particular rut eventually worked

wonders for the organization. If the man had had any sense, tact or

diplomacy nothing would have been accomplished."

"Why don't you try it?" asked the girl.

Jimmy looked at her with a quizzical smile. "Thank you," he said.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way," she cried. "But from what you tell me

I imagine that all a man needs is a front and plenty of punch. You've

got the front all right with your looks and gift of gab, and I leave it

to Young Brophy if you haven't got the punch."

"Maybe that's not the punch an efficiency expert needs," suggested

Jimmy.

"It might be a good thing to have up his sleeve," replied the girl, and

then suddenly, "do you believe in hunches?"

"Sometimes," replied Jimmy.

"Well, this is a hunch, take it from me," she continued. "I'll bet you

can land that job and make good."

"What makes you think so?" asked Jimmy.

"I don't know," she replied, "but you know what a woman's intuition is."

"I suppose," said Jimmy, "that it's the feminine of hunch. But however

good your hunch or intuition may be it would certainly get a terrible

jolt if I presented myself to the head of the International Machine

Company in this scenery. Do you see anything about my clothes that

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