Paramount Pep (1923)

Paramount Pep 11 Unless Yon Hang It On Both Ears Montreal Mutterings By Tom Dowbiggin “SUPER 39” — New contracts coming in — “Box Car Numbers, Mr. Shean.” G. E. Akers paid us a visit on way to New York. Jim Foy stepped in town on his way to Ottawa. Tom Dowbiggin says if Ruth Weafer remembers the Sunday School days she won’t have to go back much farther to remember a lot more. ’Nuff sed, Ruth, you’re all growed up now. Miss Rigler, our Accountant, is in New York. Office being capably run by our Mr. Joyal. Have a good time, “Reg.” Winter Sports Carnival started in big; two months to go. Our bowling team now has Highest Three Strings, Highest Single, Highest Team Average. The first half under their belt and the second half tied up. Some team, I calls it. A Young Convention Between the conferences last week in Claud Saunders’ office, with Exploiteers in the field, those who dropped in the office on business and those to be assigned, it looked like a convention hall. There was Russell Moon from New Haven. John McConville from Boston, John D. Howard, ye editor, formerly an exploiteer; a new boy to be assigned, namely, Jack Heilman, and Leon J. Bamberger, Assistant to Mr. Saunders. In the Other Days Among our collections of photos taken in the other days is that of Leon J. Bamberger, Assistant to Mr. Claud Saunders, Manager of our Exploitation Department. This picture was taken at the age of six years and we wish to call your attention to the fact that Bam did not borrow this suit from A. J. Ferte, whose picture was shown not long ago in a like regalia. Leon J. Bamberger Albany Jots By Cliff Lewis Mr. Clark, the Traveling Auditor, has been in our Exchange for the past week, checking up all the vaults of money we have. And by the way, we have it, too. We always go over the top on all cash drives. Ask Mr. Kempner. Everyone is hitting the ball 100 per cent and seems the motto is now “Knock ’em cold." And why should we be all pepped up? With such productions as “Adam’s Rib,” and “Covered Wagon” coming. Oh, boy, we can't wait until they are released. We haven't seen much of our Branch Manager, Mr. Kempner, during the last two weeks. He has been closing contracts for the ‘THIRTY-NINE” and he HAS some contracts,, too. The world bestows its big prizes, both in money and honors, for but one thing. And that is Initiative. What is Initiative? I’ll tell you: It is doing the right thing without being told. But next to doing the thing without being told is to do it when you are told once. That is to say, carry the Message to Garcia: those who can carry a message get high honors, but their pay is not always in proportion. Next, there are those who never do a thing until they are told twice: such get no honors and small pay. Next there are those who do the right thing only when Necessity kicks them from behind, and these get indifference instead of honors, and a pittance for pay. This kind spends most of its time polishing a bench with a hard-luck story. Then, still lower down in the scale than this, we have the fellow who will not do the right thing even when someone goes along to show him how and stays to see that he does it: he always is out of a job, and receives the contempt he deserves, unless he happens to have a rich Pa; in which case Destiny patiently awaits around the corner with a stuffed club. To which class do you belong? —ELBERT HUBBARD. Sympathy? Salesgirl: May I help you? Customer : My brudder he loss hees wife. I want one of dees death congratulation cards. — Rustcraft Rustler. Initiative