A distant cousin of Syngman Rhee from Korea got a job as a
photographer for Life Magazine.

His work was excellent and he
soon became one of their top stars.

One day he failed to show up for work.

A week went by and he
still did not show.

Fellow workers phoned his hotel and checked
all possible points where he could be visiting.

Finally, they
organized a posse and began combing the city block by block.

One searcher entered a bar in the slinky part of town, and there,
on a stool, was his man.

Overcome with joy and relief, the
searcher rushed up and exclaimed, "Ah, sweet Mr. Rhee, of Life,
at last I found you."