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"Everythinghaensforthebest，

"mymothersaidwheneverIfaceddisaointment。

"Ifyoucancarryon，onedaysomethinggoodwillhaen。Andyoullrealizethatitwouldnthavehaenedifnotforthatrevious1disaointment。

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Motherwasright，asIdiscoveredaftergraduatingfromcollegein1932，Ihaddecidedtotryforajobinradio，thenworkmywayutosortsannouncer。IhitchhikedtoChicagoandknockedonthedoorofeverystation—andgotturneddowneverytime。

Inonestudio，akindladytoldmethatbigstationscouldntriskhiringinexeriencederson—

"Gooutinthesticksandfindasmallstationthatllgiveyouachance。

"shesaid。

IthumbedhometoDixon，Illinois。Whilethemwasnoradio-announcingjobsinDixon，myfathersaidMontgomeryWardhadoenedastoreandwantedalocalathlete2tomanageitssortsdeartment。SinceDixonwaswhereIhadlayedhigh；schoolfootball，Ialied。Thejobsoundedjustrightforme。ButIwasnthired。

Mydisaointmentmusthaveshown。

"Everythinghaensforthebest。

"Momremindedme。Dadofferedmethecartojobhunt。ItriedWOCRadioinDavenort，Iowa。Therogramdirector，awonderfulScotsmannamedPeterMacArthur，toldmetheyhadalreadyhiredanannouncer。

AsIlefthisoffice，myfrustrationboiledover。Iaskedaloud，

"Howcanafellowgettobeasortannouncerifhecantgetajobinaradiostation?

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