There’s a man in every town,
Yes, and this man gets around
Rain or shine
He’s on the find.
No, he’s no policeman with a gun
And shiny badge,
Or a doctor with a little black bag.
It’s true he has a profession
Which is hunting and guessing
And at that he must be good
Altho with most folks, his job
Is misunderstood.
He searches far and wide on the plains,
The hills and in the woods.
He’s lied to and lied about.
He’s accused, excused and kicked out.
But he never stops to fret and pout.
He may get tired but he never gives out.
He knows all the crooks, cheats, deadbeats
And their hangouts.
It’s true he’ll snoop around.
In every alley, garage and hole in town.
He takes chances with his life
Which causes worry to his loved ones
And wife.
He’s on the alert to all remarks
He grasps every conversation in every part
He never loses faith or heart
He’s shown very little respect
But even that he doesn’t expect.
But, after all he’s to be admired –
For his prompt and efficient services
Are much desired.
So, in closing may I say
Don’t forget in some way to pay
Our faithful repossessors and investigators
Their due respect and praise
For you are sure to need one of them
Some of these days.
– S.C. DeWeese – National Association of Allied Finance Adjusters, Agency Owner
From the April-May 1947 “The Independent Adjusters” newsletter
*Shared with thanks to the Allied Finance Adjusters
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