[originaltext] Mr.Bascomb was upset. At times like this he wished he had nev

Mr.Bascomb was upset. At times like this he wished he had never become a candidate for mayor. Everything had gone wrong that morning. Even before leaving the house, he would received a telephone call from his election campaign manager asking for money. This made him angry and he left the house in a bad mood. When Mr. Bascomb arrived at the office, he could feel his head swimming. He reached for the medicine but the boule was empty. He had forgotten to pick up some medicine at the drug store. Mr. Bascomb looked at his watch. He was to deliver a campaign speech before a group of businessmen at the club at 11 o’ dock. He had given a rough draft of his speech to Barbara the day before and asked her to type it out for him Just then, the telephone rang. It was Barbara. She explained that her car had broken down and she couldn’t be at work until 12 o’ clock Mr. Bascomb was desperate. He didn’t know whet to do. He was very nervous when he arrived at the club. He couldn’t remember anything he had planned to say to the audience. He started talking about himself and his problems instead of talking about the problems of the city. Most of the people in the audience were bored. By the time Mr. Baseomb finished his speech, almost everyone had fallen a sleep or left the room.