A RANCHMAN^S RECOLLECTIONS 



My friend turned to me and said, "What are you 

 going to do?" 



"I am going to eat mine," I answered. 



In the meantime I suggested to the waiter that 

 we all go in at the next door and have a drink with 

 the "capitalists." In the end the waiter found my 

 man for me. 



There is hardly a day in my life when something 

 in connection with my old packinghouse training does 

 not help me over a difficulty. A duty to perform 

 meant in those days "sticktoitiveness," quick wits, 

 keeping one's temper, attending to one's own busi- 

 ness, and work. That is how men have been trained 

 to encircle the globe with American live stock 

 products. 



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