Happy?

Jüri had thought himself lucky. Fresh off the boat—as Americans like to say—and he’d already got a job at the Button Up novelty company. Tedious work, sure, but there was always new product coming in, and their “funky” style even helped a little with the English nobody taught you at school. December 1970, but by spring he’d already come nose to nose with the ugly yellow face of Capitalism, when they decided to turn all production over to the Happy Face, bucket after bucket, day after day. And only five short storeys to the pavement of West 46th.