when emmeline left the home, her first job was busing tables at a restaurant.
as she removed dishes from the tables and wiped the tables down, she would sing a little song:
we are all going to die some day,
we are all going to die some day.
some patrons complained that they found this depressing, and emmeline was let go.
but it’s true! she exclaimed, as she was shown the door.
next she got a job as a maid in one of the decaying old houses on the outskirts of town.
as she polished the silverware, she sang another song:
no hope, no hope
in the darkness we all grope
hope is for dopes
no hope, no hope
i am sorry, emmeline, the housekeeper informed her, you do a fine job polishing the silverware and a better one polishing the glassware, but i can’t listen to you any longer, and you have to go.
next emmeline got a job sweeping up at a beauty parlor.
she would often remark to some of the older or less attractive customers -
you are really wasting your time and money coning here , you know. you would be better off spending time at church or the library.
she was quickly back at the employment agency, and so it went.
after many years, emmeline found herself back in the neighborhood of the children’s home.
she decided to look up gustav, and found he was still alive. as gray as a storm cloud over the antarctic, and as bent as a palm tree in a hurricane , but alive.
how goes it, old fellow? she asked. still spreading the good word, and the light of truth?
oh no! gustav exclaimed. i realized the error of my ways years ago. i do not know how i ever believed such nonsense, and feel bad about imposing it on impressionable youth.