The Go-Getter

by Peter B. Kyne

The killjoys like you who have straddled the neck of industry and throttled it with absurd theories that a man's back must be bent like an ox-bow and his locks snowy white before he can be entrusted with responsibility and a living wage, have caused all of our wars and strikes. This is a young man's world, Skinner, and don't

you ever forget it. The go-getters of this world are under thirty years of age.

If I can do it, I'll do it better than it was ever done before, and if I can't do that I'll quit to save you the embarrassment of firing me.

Mr. Peck had been in the army, where one of the first great lessons to be assimilated is this: that the commanding general's request is always tantamount to an order.

"Count that day lost whose low descending sun Finds prices shot to glory and business done for fun."

How could I reject a boy who simply would not be rejected? Why, I'll bet a ripe peach that Bill Peck was one of the doggondest finest

soldiers you ever saw.

"In the army, sir, the esprit de corps doesn't bubble up from the bottom. It filters down from the top. An organization is what its commanding officer is—neither better nor worse.

You told me what to do, but you did not insult my intelligence by telling me how to do it.