I would speak to him in the morning when I would come through, and I would say, "Good morning, Lee," and he would say, "Good morning, sir."
I would ask him how he was. Occasionally I would ask about his baby, and he would usually smile a big smile when I asked him how his new baby was. And that was just about the extent of my conversation that I can remember with the boy.
But I usually saw him every morning as I would come through. He would be working around the front part of the Scott, Foresman bins and shelf space.
Mr. Belin. Did you ever see whether or not he seemed to strike up any friendship or acquaintanceship with the other employees?
Mr. Truly. No; I never noticed that anywheres. In fact, I would be inclined—well—I never saw him with anyone else, except occasionally talking, maybe asking where books were or something.
I don't know what he would say. But very little conversation he had with anyone.
And he worked by himself. His job was something that he needed no help with, other than to ask occasionally for stock. It wasn't a teamwork job at all.
Consequently, he didn't have much occasion to talk with the other boys.
I thought it was a pretty good trait at the time, because occasionally you have to spread your boys out and say, "Quit talking so much, let's get to work."
And it seemed to me like he paid attention to his job.