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THE MUSIC TRADE REVIEW
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"The Successful Man Is The Observant Man"
Remarks Elbert Hubbard, the Roycrofter from East Aurora, Who in His Inimitable Style Describes Him as the
Man Who Possesses the Fine Art of Eliminating the Superstitious, Unauthoritative, the Worthless ; of Sifting
in His Cosmic Ashcan the False and the True and Eliminating the Waste; In Other Words He is the
Man who Reads His Trade Journal, Which is the Herald of Industry and Prosperity—Terms Trade Journals
as the Radicals in the Convention of Progress, the Experimenters, Builders, Systematizers, Organizers,
the Pioneers in Their Particular Field—They Offer the Predigested Food of Experience.
have something to give. Mere willingness and right intent is not
enough. You are being paid not only for what you can do, but for
what you actually do—for results.
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~PHE successful man is the ob-
-I- servant man. He is the man
who calisthenics his cabeze, and
currycombs his convolutions.
He is the man who possesses
the fine art of eliminating the
superstitious, unauthoritative, the
worthless; of sifting in his cosmic
ashcan the false and the true and
eliminating the waste, the burnt-
out bosh and bullconish bombast.
The successful man, the rub-
ber stamper of the times, maintains
a checking account in his own
psychic first-national-on Sarah Bel-
lum Street, in his Roof Garden.
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With the unfailing constancy
of a perpetual motion machine, he
deposits New Things there, on interest. And he is no glutton
either. He loves not the golden doubloon of knowledge for its
own sweet self alone. He loves it because he is in the game. He
is the modern business man or craftsman. He is ever circulating
his fund. lie applies it as it applies to his calling.
And what is observation?
Observation is merely the ability to utilize your divine lamps—
your orbs, glimmers—to good advantage. First you must see, then
you feel, then you know. Informed men are those who can work
intelligently. And it makes little difference how many eyes you've
got either. A certain railroad genius can see more with one star-
gazer than most folks can with two.
And then, too, it is strictly a case of mox nix aus if you are
awry-eyed. If you've only a thirst for knowledge—you can satisfy
it by imbibing the spirit of progress.
IF THE LATEST ISN'T YET OUT—KEEP A WEATHER
EYE PEEELED ON YER TRADE JOURNAL, MY HEARTY!
We grow as we do. We become by doing things—not folks.
The wrong way now may have been the right way then—in-
finite past.
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And so we ingrow. If you are aware of anything worse here
upon this blessed globe than a handanna, amorphous-souled, Bur-
bank-cactus backed, bazazza-ed, backsliding William Angora—
retrogressive, what-was-good-for-Da-da-s-ditto-for-me, vimless,
dummy fire-cracker, sawdust-filled blank cartridge of a human
jelly-fish—kindly step up on the platform and whisper it in my ear.
He is the kind that does not read the journal in his own field.
He synchronizes past and present. ,And the result is what he de-
serves—oblivion.
We must give and sweat, in order to live and get! Reciprocity!
W'e receive co-measureably with what we giye. But you must
If one is ever going to amount to anything in his own line he
must be able to do a thing better than the other fellow. Otherwise
obsolescence for his—down in the muck and mire with the rest of
the groundlings.
To give or not to give—to be or not to be—aye, that is the
question. If you agree accordingly, our panecea, of "Be Up-To-
date!—Know !—Know !—Know!" becomes operative, practical.
The man who knows is the man who goes—up in the world
of dollars and sense—in the estimation of others and his own.
He reads his Specialized journal—
Trade journals are the heralds of industry and prosperity.
They are the radicals in the convention of progress. They are
experimenters, builders, systematizers, organizers, pioneers, in their
own particular fields—•
They are the consecrators and conservators. They are the
cats that pull the chestnuts out of the fire—for our delectation.
So there!
They are the Courts of Last Conjecture. They know! It
is their business to know—that is why they exist. And we learn
all we know from them. For journals are nothing but crystallized
fact—predigested food of Experience. You may apply the sauce
of disbelief ad liberatum.
And Experience is the Universal Educator.
Trade, Class and Technical Journals make it a business to tell
the Truth. They do not deal in hearsay, rumor, misinformation
or hypocrisy. Life is too short, and they know it. They taboo the
nebulous. They omit the intangible. They venture to verify and
verily—they do.
They give a man courage, animation, ambition. They are not
published for mummies.
If you would savvy of the new wrinkles in your business or
profession; if you would know how other folks are processing,
thinking, what methods they employ to achieve their ends—and
how to improve your condition and position—if you would converse
with the men who are headliners in your field, who have already
made good but who are still discontented, still striving, hoping,
aspiring to greater things and who have worked out their own
salvation—if you would continue to be such a man yourself—read
your Specialized Journal!
The man who refuses to get out of his shell is a Lobster—
And who wants to be a Lobster?—Nix on the Miserere Lobscouse.
I hear you almost saying to the man behind the procession: "Quit
hibernating! That recluse stuff don't go."
Get out and meet the world. Absorb animation, amity, animal-
heat, love of work, charitableness, vim, vigor and vitality. Resolve
to do, or die doing. Absorb, like a lusty bull calf, from that big,
blessed, beneficent enterprise—The Trade Journal.
Hi there, keep away from that elephant! What do you know
about indestructos ?—Copyright, 1913, Kovnat Adv. Service.