Finnagle's Law shows that many times we don't get the effect we planned on. But ... there's an inverse to that famous law, too....
some real cleanup work, like slums and insane asylums. Got me thinking, you know. A good cause never did a program any harm."
Randolph chewed his lip a while in silence, and Oswald, knowing his client, waited patiently.
"I like that a lot better than claiming peace on earth for the Witch products," Randolph said at last. "Why don't you pick a slum we can clean up for not too much, and let's see what you can work out. This cleanup theme isn't bad, it's just peace on earth that doesn't really belong to us you know.
"I tell you what. We'll go to fifty thousand dollars or so on a cleanup job, and you use that. Leave the world to the politicians and the eggheads."
After he hung up, Randolph stood by the telephone, still chewing his lip. Could you clean up something like a slum for say fifty thousand dollars? Oswald would double the figure in his own mind, of course, always did. But he'd get the sales out of it. His contract was tied to sales.
Yes, he thought, it was best to call
A wickedly satirical short story about an ad agency stumbling across the cure to all mankind's ills. The problem is that politicians, the military, cops, businessmen, and the general public are so cynical that they can't believe the results.
The story is somewhat dated, the cold war is simmering and no one does live commercials on TV any more, but the story is great. I especially like how the main character changed two-thirds of the way through the story.