Power
“The answer is that nothing very much happens and you remain there—which is nevertheless an enlightenment to many. It’s as far as you go. I bought a suit in 1928, and it was still wearable in 1933 when I traveled by bus from Marietta, Ohio, to Pomax, Illinois. It was a gray sharkskin suit, and it had a pleasant shine all over it and it bagged at the knees, and it was also the last suit I had purchased up to this time. When the bus stopped for the passengers to refresh themselves, I bought a ham sandwich for ten cents and a cup of coffee for a nickel. It satisfied my hunger. In any case, my stomach, like the stomachs of so many at that time, appeared not only to have reduced itself in size but to have developed an aversion to rich and nourishing food.
I had been in Marietta attempting to negotiate a contract with a small coal operator named Jack C. Blaine. He was a rather nice, defeated man whose pit was being squeezed to extinction in a one-sided price war with two large railroads. Our... negotiations turned into an attempt on my part to persuade him not to close down his colliery, which I finally succeeded in accomplishing.MoreLess
I had been in Marietta attempting to negotiate a contract with a small coal operator named Jack C. Blaine. He was a rather nice, defeated man whose pit was being squeezed to extinction in a one-sided price war with two large railroads. Our... negotiations turned into an attempt on my part to persuade him not to close down his colliery, which I finally succeeded in accomplishing.MoreLess
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