Swing (Feb-Dec 1952)

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}4 February, 1932 Valley on June 27th and trap the Sioux. On June 25th General Custer met the horde of Sioux warriors and found he was greatly outnumbered. Everybody today knows the history of what happened at Little Big Horn. General Custer and his entire command of five companies were wiped out to the last man. Major Reno and the remainder of the Seventh suffered heavily and were barely able to hold off the charge of the Sioux redskins until Terry and Gibbon arrived two days later to rescue them. "How did you escape?" I asked. "By the time the walking cavalrymen reached Powder River," Mr. Horner answered, "we were unfit to accompany our outfits any farther on foot. It was decided to leave us to guard the newly established base camp on Powder River while Custer, Terry and Gibbon continued on toward the Little Big Horn. There were several lame mules left with us. When the boys pulled out, we were the laughing stock of the whole outfit. They called us the Jackass Battery. We didn't mind, because even a mule looked good to us after our long trek over the prairie." "You surely were a lucky man," I said. "Luck does play an important role in one's life," the old veteran said. "Just before our outfit pulled away from Powder River, my buddy, Charlie Schmidt, and I learned about there being one horse available. Both of us wanted desperately to go along. We matched coins for the horse. Charlie won. I was left behind in charge of the mules while he rode away with Custer. I never saw him again." WANTED: A man for hard work and rapid promotion; a man who can find things to be done without the help of a manager and three assistants. A man who gets to work on time in the morning and does not imperil the lives of others in an attempt to be the first out of the office at night. A man who listens carefully when he is spoken to and asks only enough questions to insure the accurate carrying out of instructions. A man who moves quickly and makes as little noise as possible about it. A man who looks you straight in the eye and tells the truth every time. A man who does not pity himself for having to work. A man who is neat in appearance. A man who does not sulk for an hour's overtime in emergencies. A man who is cheerful, courteous to everyone, and determined to make good. This man is wanted everywhere. Age or lack of experience does not count. There isn't any limit except his own ambition, to the number or size of the jobs he can get. He is wanted in every business. — Industrial Management Bulletin. I