LORETTA BOSS PARKER, PERSONAL SECRETARY FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS: I struck;, up a relationship with a guy named Jimmy Jones at Republic Bank down in Dallas, and heloaned us a million dollars. And, of course, I had tried all along to attract some equity investment fromour store managers and a few relatives. So by 1970, we had seventy-eight partners invested in ourcompany, which really wasn't one company, but thirty-two different stores owned by a combination ofdifferent folks. My family owned the lion's share of every store, but Helen and I were also in debt up toour eyeballsseveral million dollars' worth. I never dwell on the negative, but that debt weighed heavy onme. If something happened and everybody decided to call their notes, I kept thinking, we would be sunk. 亚洲欧美中文日韩视频_日韩_久久人人97超碰 男人天堂 Rhoda has always been a very dutiful daughter. There's not many like Rhoda. On the other hand, I remember another analyst who came down here in the mid-seventies. I'll neverforget her visit. I had been out hunting all day, and I was pretty grubby when I came in to go out to dinnerwith her. My son Jim, who was head of the real estate department in those days, joined us. And he wasnever one for dressing up. Really, he always looks pretty grubby. We took her out, and we wereextremely honest with her. We told her what we felt our weaknesses were at that time, and what some ofour problems were. But we tried to explain our philosophy too, and to get her excited about all thepotential we felt we had. She went back and wrote probably the darkest report on Wal-Mart that hasever been written. The impression you got from reading it was that if you hadn't already sold your stock,it was probably too late. 234 This is viewing the matter in a broad and general sense; there were firms, especially in France, but also in England and America, which looked confidently for the great days of flying to arrive, and regarded their sunk capital as investment which would eventually bring its due return. But when one looks back on those years, the firms in question stand out as exceptions to the general run of people, who regarded aeronautics as something extremely scientific, exceedingly dangerous, and very expensive. The very fame that was attained by such pilots as became casualties conduced to the advertisement of every death, and the dangers attendant on the use of heavier-than-air machines became greatly exaggerated; considering the matter as one of number of miles flown, even in the early days, flying exacted no more toll in human life than did railways or road motors in the early stages of their development. But to take one instance, when C. S. Rolls was killed at Bournemouth by reason of a faulty tail-plane, the fact was shouted to the whole world with almost as much vehemence as characterised the announcement of the Titanic sinking in mid-Atlantic.