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A friend forwarded this interesting story. Source unknown. de Tom N4KG

Back when the telegraph was the fastest method of long-distance
communication, a young man applied for a job as a Morse Code operator. Answering an ad in the newspaper, he went to the office address that
was listed. When he arrived, he entered a large, busy office filled
with noise and clatter, including the sound of the telegraph in the
background. A sign on the receptionist's counter instructed job
applicants to fill out a form, and wait until they were summoned to
enter the inner office.

The young man filled out his form and sat down with the seven other
applicants in the waiting area. After a few minutes, the young man
stood up, crossed the room to the door of the inner office, and
walked right in. Naturally the other applicants perked up, wondering
what was going on. They muttered among themselves that they hadn't
heard any summons yet.

They assumed that the young man who went into the office made a
mistake, and would be disqualified. Within a few minutes, however,
the employer escorted the young man out of the office, and said to
the other applicants, "Gentlemen, thank you very much for coming,
but the job has just been filled." The other applicants began
grumbling to each other, and one spoke up saying, "Wait a minute,
I don't understand. He was the last to come in, and we never even
got a chance to be interviewed. Yet he got the job. That's not
fair!"

The employer said, "I'm sorry, but the last several minutes while
you've been sitting here, the telegraph has been ticking out the
following message in Morse Code: 'If you understand this message,
then come right in. The job is yours." None of you heard it or
understood it. This young man did. The job is his.

CW IS!
--- SBBSecho 3.20-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (954:895/7)

Dit- a diddle dot dit.

A friend forwarded this interesting story. Source unknown. de Tom N4KG

Back when the telegraph was the fastest method of long-distance
communication, a young man applied for a job as a Morse Code operator. Answering an ad in the newspaper, he went to the office address that
was listed. When he arrived, he entered a large, busy office filled
with noise and clatter, including the sound of the telegraph in the
background. A sign on the receptionist's counter instructed job
applicants to fill out a form, and wait until they were summoned to
enter the inner office.

The young man filled out his form and sat down with the seven other
applicants in the waiting area. After a few minutes, the young man
stood up, crossed the room to the door of the inner office, and
walked right in. Naturally the other applicants perked up, wondering
what was going on. They muttered among themselves that they hadn't
heard any summons yet.

They assumed that the young man who went into the office made a
mistake, and would be disqualified. Within a few minutes, however,
the employer escorted the young man out of the office, and said to
the other applicants, "Gentlemen, thank you very much for coming,
but the job has just been filled." The other applicants began
grumbling to each other, and one spoke up saying, "Wait a minute,
I don't understand. He was the last to come in, and we never even
got a chance to be interviewed. Yet he got the job. That's not
fair!"

The employer said, "I'm sorry, but the last several minutes while
you've been sitting here, the telegraph has been ticking out the
following message in Morse Code: 'If you understand this message,
then come right in. The job is yours." None of you heard it or
understood it. This young man did. The job is his.

CW IS!
--- SBBSecho 3.20-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (954:895/7)