Volume 10 — THE TRIAL THAT JOB MISSED

BY KENNETT HARRIS

Job had troubles, I admit; Clearly was his patience shown, Yet he never had to sit Waiting at the telephone— Waiting, waiting to connect, The receiver at his lobe. That's a trial, I expect, Would have been too much for Job! After minutes of delay, While the cramps attacked his knees, Then to hear Miss Central say Innocently: "Number, please!" When the same he'd shouted out Twenty times—he'd rend his robe, Tear his hair, I've little doubt; 'Twould have been too much for Job. Job, with all the woes he bore, Never got the "busy" buzz When he tempted was of yore In the ancient land of Uz. Satan missed it when he sought His one tender spot to probe; If of "central" he had thought, She'd have been too much for Job!