I was digressing a little bit from the real story, but this is an
anecdote that comes into it . . . I was down at that convention in
Charleston and I was walking across from the old Citadel Square Baptist
Church to the Francis Marion Hotel one day at lunch and I saw a young
crowd standing in front of the door of the hotel and one fellow was in
the middle of them and he was just hammering away and talking about the
evils of dancing. I stopped and I listened a minute and he caught his
breath and I said, "Pardon me just a minute, but tell me what
is wrong with dancing." "Why," he says,
"they dance in houses of ill fame." I said,
"I'll take your word for that, I've never been in
one."
[laughter] You ought to
have seen those other ministers leave, it was just like a covey of
birds.
[laughter] Well, let's go back to
what I was talking about with Father. I went to work when the war came
along in 1914 and of course, everything went down to the bottom again
here and my father just said for me to come in here to the office and I
went in there and worked with him and I hadn't been in there but about
three weeks when he told me to look after a building on Main Street that
he had been looking after since 1904.
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there to look after it and there was some old janitor that wasn't doing
a thing in the world about cleaning it up right and I told him to clean
it up and the next day I went back up there and they hadn't done a thing
and he said that Mr. Cutinoe, who was my father's bookkeeper had said to
do something else and I like a young fellow . . . I was only nineteen
years old . . . he said, "Well, Mr. Cutinoe told me to do
something else"and I said, "Well, Mr. Cutinoe is not
running this building now, I'm running it." I was out
soliciting a little insurance and some other things and I got back to
the office and Father handed me the keys to the safe and he said,
"Mr. Cutinoe quit, you're the bookkeeper." Well, I had
taken a little simple bookkeeping course in the summer which my father
had insisted on me doing while I was in college. It was just a simple
course, but I knew enough about bookkeeping and I took it over right
then. I used to have a lot of fun, I would work during the day
soliciting business and I would go and see my girl . . . we've now been
married fifty-nine years and I would go to see her at night and I would
have to leave at ten-thirty because her father and mother insisted that
ten-thirty was late enough and I would go back down to the office and
work until about one o'clock keeping books and be back down there the
next morning at eight to get started, but that was the only way I could
. . . I had to moonlight, that's what I called it. That's what they are
doing today and it's no different from a lot of people today. You just
have to do that kind of thing. I left out one thing that I ought to have
told you, though. In 1907 when that panic came, there was a gentleman
from Spartanburg, I won't call his name, he's long dead, but he used to
buy bonds also and he would come over here sometimes to Father and say,
"Furman
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together and buy this bunch of bonds here," and they would
maybe make a joint bid on them together. He worked pretty well in the
South, he was over in Atlanta, this fellow was, from Spartanburg. He had
a trigger mind, a mind that was just like a computer. If you know
anything about buying bonds, you know that it's the net yield on those
bonds that you have to figure on and you can figure them with a premium
and an interest rate and between the two of them, you can show that the
net yield is so much and the lowest one is the one that usually gets the
bond. He could figure them quicker than anybody you ever saw. He had no
computer, just a pencil. He got over there and he got on some bonds and
he said, "I'm the low bidder," and the governor of
Georgia disputed him, and he got up and slapped the governor's face and
he and the governor had quite a ruckus about it. Well, he came over here
some weeks after that and there was no place in Greenville where you
could take any person for lunch, or dinner, as we called it in the
middle of the day at that time, and Father would bring them down home,
we always had a place where another one could sit at the table. While he
was down there, he told about this incident in Atlanta and he said to my
father, he said, "Furman, you know I'm honest." After
he left, my father said, "Son, I want to tell you something,
any time a man ever tells you he's honest, you'd better watch
him."
[laughter] You know, I
never forgot that.