CHAPTER XXII.

PUSH & PULL.

We have long been acquainted with a business firm whose praises have never

been sung. I doubt whether their names are ever mentioned on Exchange. They

seem to be doing more business and have more branch houses than the

Stewarts or Lippincotts. You see their names almost everywhere on the door.

It is the firm of Push & Pull. They generally have one of their partners'

names on outside of the door, and the other on the inside: "Push" on the

outside and "Pull" on the inside. I have found their business-houses in New

York, Brooklyn, Philadelphia, Boston, London and Edinburgh. It is under my

eye, whether I go to buy a hat, a shawl, or a paper of pins, or watch, or

ream of foolscap. They are in all kinds of business; and from the way they

branch out, and put up new stores, and multiply their signboards on the

outside and inside of doors, I conclude that the largest business firm on

earth to-day is Push & Pull.

When these gentlemen join the church, they make things go along vigorously.

The roof stops leaking; a new carpet blooms on the church floor; the fresco

is retouched; the high pulpit is lowered till it comes into the same

climate with the pew; strangers are courteously seated; the salary of the

minister is paid before he gets hopelessly in debt to butcher and baker;

and all is right, financially and spiritually, because Push & Pull have

connected themselves with the enterprise.

A new parsonage is to be built, but the movement does not get started.

Eight or ten men of slow circulation of blood and stagnant liver put their

hands on the undertaking, but it will not budge. The proposed improvement

is about to fail when Push comes up behind it and gives it a shove, and

Pull goes in front and lays into the traces; and, lo! the enterprise

advances, the goal is reached! And all the people who had talked about the

improvement, but done nothing toward it, invite the strangers who come to

town to go up and see "our" parsonage.

Push & Pull are wide-awake men. They never stand round with their hands in

their pockets, as though feeling for money that they cannot find. They have

made up their minds that there is a work for them to do; and without

wasting any time in reverie, they go to work and do it. They start a "life

insurance company." Push is the president, and Pull the secretary. Before

you know it, all the people are running in to have their lungs sounded, and

to tell how many times they have had the rheumatism; how old they are;

whether they ever had fits; and at what age their father and mother

expired; and putting all the family secrets on paper, and paying Push &

Pull two hundred dollars to read it. When this firm starts a clothing

house, they make a great stir in the city. They advertise in such strong

and emphatic way that the people are haunted with the matter, and dream

about it, and go round the block to avoid that store door, lest they be

persuaded in and induced to buy something they cannot afford. But some time

the man forgets himself, and finds he is in front of the new clothing

store, and, at the first gleaner of goods in the show window, is tempted to

enter. Push comes up behind him, and Pull comes up before him, and the man

is convinced of the shabbiness of his present appearance--that his hat

will not do, that his coat and vest and all the rest of his clothes, clean

down to his shoes, are unfit; and before one week is past, a boy runs up

the steps of this customer with a pasteboard box marked, "From the clothing

establishment of Push & Pull. C.O.D."

These men can do anything they set their hands to--publish a newspaper, lay

out a street, build a house, control a railroad, manage a church,

revolutionize a city. In fact, any two industrious, honorable, enterprising

men can accomplish wonders. One does the out-door work of the store, and

the other the indoor work. One leads, the other follows; but both working

in one direction, all obstacles are leveled before them.

I wish that more of our young men could graduate from the store of Push &

Pull. We have tens of thousands of young men doing nothing. There must be

work somewhere if they will only do it. They stand round, with soap locks

and scented pocket-handkerchiefs, tipping their hats to the ladies; while,

instead of waiting for business to come to them, they ought to go to work

and make a business. Here is the ladder of life. The most of those who

start at the top of the ladder spend their life in coming down, while those

who start at the bottom may go up. Those who are born with a gold spoon in

their mouth soon lose the spoon. The two school bullies that used to

flourish their silk pocket-handkerchiefs in my face, and with their

ivory-handled, four-bladed knives punch holes through my kite--one of them

is in the penitentiary, and the other ought to be.

Young man, the road of life is up hill, and our load heavy. Better take off

your kid gloves, and patent leathers, and white vest, and ask Push, with

his stout shoulder, and Pull, with his strong grip, to help you. Energy,

pluck, courage, obstinate determination are to be cultured. Eat strong

meat, drop pastries, stop reading sickly novelettes, pray at both ends of

the day and in the middle, look a man in the eye when you talk to him, and

if you want to be a giant keep your head out of the lap of indulgences that

would put a pair of shears through your locks.

If you cannot get the right kind of business partner, marry a good, honest

wife. Fine cheeks and handsome curls are very well, but let them be mere

incidentals. Let our young men select practical women; there are a few of

them left. With such a one you can get on with almost all heavy loads of

life. You will be Pull, and she Push; and if you do not get the house built

and the fortune established, send me word, and I will tear this article up

in such small pieces that no one will ever be able to find it.

Life is earnest work, and cannot be done with the tips of the fingers. We

want more crowbars and fewer gold toothpicks. The obstacles before you

cannot be looked out of countenance by a quizzing glass. Let sloth and

softliness go to the wall, but three cheers for Push & Pull, and all their

branch business houses!

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