There wasn't a doubt of it.

All the little boys in the myths did it as soon as they were old enough.
So I bade farewell for ever to the adventure-path, and went out to the power plant of one of our Oakland street railways.

I saw the superintendent himself, in a private office so fine that it almost stunned me.

But I talked straight up.

I told him I wanted to become a practical electrician, that I was unafraid of work, that I was used to hard work, and that all he had to do was look at me to see I was fit and strong.