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interrupted. "The draft has never been abolished; we can grab anyone you
put your finger on! Now, who will it be?"

"Sir, it doesn't seem to be that so much as ... well ... sir, has any
consideration been given to perhaps sending a delegation rather than a
single envoy?"

The general smiled broadly. "Now, that is more like it! I take it you
mean you have a number of equally-qualified persons who have expressed
an intense desire to go to Ganymede, and there is no way to impartially
select one of these men over the others? This is commendable. However,
our space limitation clearly precludes sending more than one person. I'm
afraid you will just have to make your choice from a hat."

Jones turned a trifle redder. "That's not exactly the problem, either,
sir."

The general's smile wilted and became a frozen frown. "Just exactly what
are you trying to say, Jones?"

"There's no one who can meet the qualifications, sir," Jones said,
feeling sick at his stomach.

"Are you telling me that in the entire United States, there is not one
person who has a basic understanding of the twenty-four major fields?"

"I'm afraid that's right, sir."

"See me after the briefing, Jones. I'm certain that the Foremost
Personnel Specialist in the United States must have some further ideas
on this matter."

Jones sank slowly back into his seat and covered his face with his
hands. "I'm a goner," he whispered to himself. "Jones, you can be
replaced."

Dwindle, sitting on his left, suddenly punched him vigorously in the
ribs. "Say, Mr. Jones," he rattled, "I just thought of a great idea."

"Tell it to the general," Jones moaned. "Maybe then he'll realize what a
handicap I've been working under."

* * * * *

"Hi ya, Freddy," Willy said, sitting down on the bench and helping
himself to some peanuts. "Workin' a crossword puzzle?"

Freddy pocketed his pencil stub and laid aside the newspaper. "Naw, not
this time. Just playing around with one of those 'We're looking for
bright young men' ads."

"Freddy! Y'ain't thinkin' a gettin' a JOB?"

"Nothing like that," Freddy laughed. "Just, exercising my mind. Filling
out one of those little tests they always have. Helps keep a fella
sharp, you know."

"Yeh, I seen the kind. Like what has pictures and you're supposed to
find things wrong in the picture like dames with beards and dogs with
six feet?"

"Kinda like that, only this one's all written and is a lit