A story which points every young man in business life to one of the greatest highways to success.
Said to be Ayn Rand's favorite novel.
ion in one corner, showing another gang how to save handling a big stick twice, finally putting a runway across the drillage of the annex, and doing a hundred little things between times, he made himself master.
The afternoon he spent in the little office, and by four o'clock had seen everything there was in it, plans, specifications, building book, bill file, and even the pay roll, the cash account, and the correspondence. The clerk, who was also timekeeper, exhibited the latter rather grudgingly.
"What's all this stuff?" Bannon asked, holding up a stack of unfiled letters.
"Letters we ain't answered yet."
"Well, we'll answer them now," and Bannon commenced dictating his reply to the one on top of the stack.
"Hold on," said the clerk, "I ain't a stenographer."
"So?" said Bannon. He scribbled a brief memorandum on each sheet. "There's enough to go by," he said. "Answer 'em according to instructions."
"I won't have time to do it till tomorrow some time."
Surprisingly fascinating and suspenseful novel about a dynamic construction boss building a grain elevator on the Calumet River, south of Chicago. He races against a stringent deadline while confronting interference from a jealous, ignorant foreman; venal union leaders; recalcitrant railroads; and the sabotaging efforts of bullish speculators bent on cornering the wheat market. It makes a fine counterpart to Frank Norris' "The Pit."