“What are you writing, father?”
“I'll show you in a few minutes.”
“How will that do?”
Quincy read:
QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER, President. QUINCY
ADAMS SAWYER, Jr., Treasurer. THOMAS CHRIPP,
General Manager. Cash Capital, $200,000.
Cable, Vienna. 20 Stores.
THE SAWYER GROCERY COMPANY, INC.
Wholesale and Retail.
“Just the man I had in mind, father. You can depend upon him every time, and he'll keep his subordinates right up to the mark.”
Upon his return to his native state Quincy had found many of his old friends still in office. The governor and higher officials were only annuals—some not very hardy at that—while the minor officials, in many cases, were hardy perennials, whom no political hot weather or cold storm could wither or destroy.
A presidential campaign was on, and speakers, for there were few orators, were in demand. Quincy's visits to so many cities inspecting the Company's stores had brought him in contact with hundreds of local politicians. One day there came a call from the State Committee to come in and see the Secretary.
“Do you want to do something for the party?” asked Mr. Thwing, the Secretary.
“I have already subscribed,” said Quincy. “Do you need more?”