The officious man stands around rubbing his hands, anxious for a job.
He seems tew ake for sumthing tew do, and if he gits snubbed in one
place, it don't seem tew diskourage him, but like the fly, he lights on
another.
The officious man iz az free from malice as a young pup, who, if he kant
do anything else, iz reddy tew lay down in front of yu and be stept on.
Theze kind ov men spend their whole lives trieing tew make friends ov
all, and never succeed with any.
There iz a kind ov officious man, who iz only prompted bi his vanity,
hiz anxiety tew be useful tew others don't arise from enny goodness ov
heart, but simply from a desire ov stiking hiz noze into things.
Theze kind ov individuals are supremely disgusting.
The officious man iz generally ov no use whatever tew himself, and a
nusance tew everyboddy else.
I don't know ov but phew more unfortunit disposishuns than the officious
mans, for even in its very best phase, it seldom suckceedes in gitting
paid for its labors with common politeness.