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...Vag pulled the letter out of his typewriter and read it over. "Dear draft board," it said, "please send me my deferment per President Truman's order of April first." It was a good letter, thought Vag, tight and to the point. He found an envelope under a pile of Coop bills in the top drawer of his desk, slipped in the letter, and took a stamp from the top of his roommate's bureau. Then he went out the door of the entry, into the tentative brightness of the sun, and across the quad to the mailbox. He stood...
...good afternoon for pinball, decided Vag, as he went out of the house and up the street. There was time for pinball now, lots of time; no more standing in line at the recruiting offices and filling in the dotted lines on the forms. For the last six months he had filled out those forms. He had saluted his roommate in the mornings and squirmed when the ROTC men walked through the Yard on Monday afternoon, and in the fall he had started thinking that it was the last football game, the last jolly-up, and just a week...
There was mail this time. Vag took out the letters--then looked down at the wooden rack below to see if the man across the hall had gotten his Esquire yet. The brown envelope was lying on top of a magazine. It was thick and heavy, like the package ice cream came in, and it had Vag's name typed on it in bold capital letters. Vag ripped it open and looked inside. There was a book, a big book with a tasteful cover. "Career," it said. Vag put it under his arm and padded back up the stairs...
...maid was sitting on the couch reading the paper; he put the mail on the floor and asked her to move over. Vag opened the book; it said "Career" again. He quickly turned the page and this one said "Dedication." "In few other countries in the world could the forces of business . . . respond with such independent choice to a new idea . . . they can . . . guide this group of young men toward the correct choice of their individually and independently chosen vocations . . ." They meant Vag, evidently. They were helping him make the choice. He started leafing through the book...
...Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner & Beane," it said. "Banking and Finance . . . . Job opportunities available." Nothing wrong with that business, thought Vag. He could keep his striped ties. He turned a few pages "International Telephone and Telegraph Corporation. . . . A world-wide Electronics and Communication Enterprise." Good firm, that. Vag plugged into his switchboard and said "Check," quietly but clearly. "Ford Motor Company." Vag stood modestly behind a stamping machine and watched them lower the engine into the rear of the car. "Time Incorporated." Tough, quick-witted Vag pecked at his typewriter as the Prime Minister lay dying in the next room. This...