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Chapter 3. The Courage Of Industry - 3. Using Time Wisely |
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_ CHAPTER THREE. THE COURAGE OF INDUSTRY III. USING TIME WISELY A remark made by an acquaintance in the street car showed such familiarity with the work and trials of the busy conductor that inquiry followed. "Yes, I was a conductor once," the man said, "but I had my eye on something else. At night I took a business course, and soon was able to take a position with a railroad company." "That was fine!" was the answering comment. "How you must have enjoyed resting on your oars as you reaped the fruits of extra toil." "Enjoyment--yes! But rest--no!" came the reply. "I wasn't done. I still had my evenings, and I kept on studying. The things I learned in these extra hours came in handy when the Superintendent asked me to become his secretary." Service in the railroad office was interrupted by enlistment in the army, although the worker was well beyond the age of the draft. "How could I think of anything but service at the front?" he said, with a matter-of-fact accent. While in the service the habit of study in spare hours persisted; becoming familiar with the military manual he attracted the attention of his officers, and was marked for added responsibility. At the close of the war he resumed his work for the railroad and entered a technical school which provides night courses for the ambitious. Forty years of age, and still learning! An employer has written of an employee who, ten years ago, was securing fifteen dollars per week. But he was studying, and he soon attracted the attention of the head of the business, who called him "a rough diamond." He knew that the ambitious man seemed to lack some of the vital elements of success. But he watched him as he took evening courses in business psychology and salesmanship. "This man is paid by me to-day from $12,500 to $15,000 a year," was the gratifying conclusion of the employer's story. A great executive recently told in a magazine article of a young man in the office of his employment director who attracted attention because of an exceptionally pleasing personal appearance. Before the director saw him the executive asked him what he was studying. "When I left school," was the reply, made with something of a sneer, "I promised myself I would never open a book again as long as I lived, and I'm keeping my promise." The executive was about to leave the office for a two weeks' vacation. First, however, he wrote a few words about the applicant, placed them in a sealed envelope, and left this with the employment director, to be kept for him. On his return he asked about the applicant, by name. The answer came, with prompt disgust: "That fellow was the limit! Fired him two days after he was hired. Dead from the neck up!" Then the sealed letter was produced and the message enclosed was read: "You will hire A---- H---- on his looks. Within two weeks you will fire him. He's dead from his neck." A writer in Association Men has made a comparison between two men, and the way they spent their leisure: "Here is my friend Chris Hall--that is not his real name, but I assure you he is a real person. I like Chris, and so does everybody who knows him. He is honest and kind and clean, but in spite of these splendid characteristics he never makes progress. Five years ago he was promoted to his present position, and he draws as salary just about what he did then. And there is no prospect that he will ever draw much more. Yet he could make himself worth four times as much in a very short while--$200 a week instead of $50--if he would only fit himself for the job ahead. But he lives entirely in the present. Perhaps the best way to describe him is to give his diary for a week, a record of how he spent his time when not actually working. And, please notice that everything he did was perfectly legitimate and honorable; but also notice, that everything was for immediate personal pleasure: Monday--Rainy evening; went to bed early after playing a while with the kids. "Over against that let me put a few lines from the diary of Elihu Burritt: Monday--Headache; 40 lines Cuvier's 'Theory of the Earth'; 64 pages French; 11 hours forging. "Who was Elihu Burritt? He was a New England blacksmith who worked on an average 10 hours a day at his forge; but who studied in his spare moments until he became known and honored all over the world as 'the learned blacksmith.' He became great--not by forging--but by the way he used his afterwork hours." _ |
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