I Got My Job Through . . .

Computers may not yet be able to make jokes, but jokes are being made about them. The latest going the rounds in board rooms and barrooms concerns the unknown fellow who was suddenly made president of one of the nation's largest firms. Reporters wanted to know the secret of his meteoric rise. Had he won controlling stock interest in the company? No; didn't own a share. Did he have pals on the board of directors? Not even an acquaintance. Had he pioneered a new industrial process? Couldn't even fix a lawnmower. At last, one reporter asked point-blank how he got the job then. "Oh, that's simple," answered the new president. "A guy in golf spikes stepped on my IBM card."

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