Men like Colonel Jolson, who form a part of
it, are down here to make reputations for themselves. They are
handicapped and vexed by constant interference, constant jealousy.
It is a survival of the fittest, and I suppose they feel that they
must protect themselves even if they use underhand means to do so.
It is so in all big work of this character, where the individual
is made small. You would find the same condition in your father's
railroad organization."
"Oh, now! My old man is a pretty tough citizen to get along with,
but he wouldn't hire detectives to spy on his employees."
Mrs. Cortlandt smiled. "By-the-way, when are you going into
business with him?" she said.
"I? Oh, not for a long time. You see, I'm so busy I never seem to
have time to work. Work doesn't really appeal to me, anyway. I
suppose if I had to hustle I could, but--what's the use?"
"What is it that keeps you so busy? What are you going to do when
you get back, for instance?"
"Well, I'm going to Ormond for the auto races, and I may enter my
new car. If I don't get hurt in the races I'll take a hunting trip
or two. Then I want to try out an iceboat on the Hudson, and I'll
have to be back in New Haven by the time the baseball squad
limbers up.
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