JOE FINDS A JOB Joe knew nothing about the streets or their names.

Chance brought him to Clay Street, between what is now Montgomery and Kearny Streets.

Outside of a low wooden building, which appeared to be a restaurant, was a load of wood.
"I wonder if I couldn't get the chance to saw and split that wood ?" thought Joe.
It would not do to be bashful.

So he went in.
A stout man in an apron was waiting on the guests.

Joe concluded that this must be the proprietor.
"Sit down, boy," said he, "if you want some dinner." "I've had my dinner," said Joe.