Life of an American Workman

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Walter P. Chrysler. Life of an American Workman

Life of an American Workman

Table of Contents

•I•

BACKGROUND OF MY BOYHOOD

"You Had To Be a Tough Kid"

•II•

AMBITIONS OF AN APPRENTICE

"Tools Were What I Wanted"

•III•

JOURNEYS OF A ROUNDHOUSE MECHANIC

"I Knew The Answer To My Lonesomeness"

•IV•

A CHANCE MEETING IN CHICAGO

"I Spent Four Days Hanging Around The Show"

•V•

EXPERIMENTS WITH HORSE-POWER

"What a Job I Could Do Here"

•VI•

CONFLICTS IN A NEW CAREER

"Full Authority Is What I Want"

•VII•

MEN, MOTORS, AND MY WIFE

"I Will Go Back To Work"

•VIII•

REWARDS FOR A WORKMAN

"They Knew This Car Was a Sensation"

A POSTSCRIPT

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Walter P. Chrysler, Boyden Sparkes

Published by Good Press, 2021

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I was not trying to improve the tone of social life in Ellis. I was trying to make a few nickels to spend for candy and other things I wanted. Next my merchandising fancy was caught by an advertisement of a house that offered inducements to any who would solicit orders for its silverware. What I displayed thereafter, from kitchen door to kitchen door in Ellis, was a black case of imitation leather with nickel clasps. When I unfastened these and raised the lid, I had almost made my sale! The lid was lined with white satinette; the box itself was lined with red plush which formed soft slots in which were held three knives, three forks, three spoons. Those women wanted silverware almost more than they wanted food. In the course of five or six paydays, I sold some of them four boxes, so that they had their silverware in dozens. I had competition, though, and so my mother's offer, plus her hairbrush, won me to another form of peddling. I sold milk.

The words I commonly applied to those cows are not permitted to be shaped in type. For a while, milking, morning and night, was a chore I shared with Ed, but he was so much bigger that I had no choice but to do any job that he neglected; either that or take a beating. He hazed me pretty constantly, thereby driving me into a closer alliance with my mother. He was three years and three months older. There would have been another brother between us, but he died before I was born. The only other child in the Chrysler household was our little sister Irene. Consequently, when Ed got big enough to declare his independence of mother's hairbrush and all the cows, I became the one who had to milk the cows, to clean their stable, fork down hay and fodder or round them up when any wandered. But that was not all; I had to sell the milk and cream.

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