David Hamilton

Something’s happening here, and, sorry boys, what it is is getting to be exactly clear. First Manifestation “…For there are only two kinds of time (time-future being the province of melancholy seers, jocular quacks, and somber religionists promising kingdoms they haven’t the conge to promise): there is time being lived, and that same time as it is relived In the mind five minutes, five years, five centuries later; and because these times are never analagous, the historian (browsing amid his ponderous tomes and dusty parchments and, by comparison with the rest of us, imagining himself a creature of consequentially high purpose) lives the biggest lie of all.”  — A Fan’s Notes, Frederick Exley “Today the number of young adults, persons 20 to 34 years old, and the number of mature adults, those 45 to 65 is approximately equal. Ten years from now the young adults will outnumber the mature adults by 14 million.”  —Los Angeles Times, in a story assessing the 1970 census. WASHINGTON, June 10 (AP) — The Labor Department estimates that 3.6 million additional youths

(RECITATION): I dedicate this song to the working man, for every man that puts in eight or ten hard hours a day of work and toil and sweat, who’s always got somebody looking down his neck trying to get more out of him than he really ought to have to put in. After twenty-nine long years of working in this shop with ONEY standing over me, Today when that old whistle blows I’ll check in all my gear and I’ll retire. The superintendent just dropped by and said they’d planned my little get-together, Then he said I’d never made it if old ONEY hadn’t a-held me to the fire. I’ve seen him in my dreams at night and woke up in the morning feeling tired, And old ONEY don’t remember when I came here how he tried to get me fired, With his folded hands behind him every morning ONEY waited at the gate, Where he’d rant and rave like I committed murder, clocking in five minutes late. But today they’ll gather ‘round me like

Introduction Hasn’t enough been said? Haven’t The New York Times and Business Week and The Wall Street Journal and Riva Poor’s direct mail clarion sounded the call sufficiently? Doesn’t the nation know? In the words of a stylist, Some Resist Trend Toward Shorter Work Week. Act One, Scene One The bank of offices is mist green, moss green, mint green, yellow and grey; the tone is pureed. The personnel director of an international corporation speaks: He wishes that neither his name nor that of his corporation be mentioned. “I think what business is trying to do today — or an increasing number of companies such as ours — we’re trying to increasingly work at putting meaningfulness back into jobs. If we’ve made any mistakes, we’ve overfragmented jobs. And now what we’ve got to do is catch up, so to speak, in the human arena, and build back responsibility into jobs. “Well, we’re increasingly in the last three or four years looking at jobs in what they call job enrichment…where if you think of a job