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. The closest thing we had to an operations manager was Don Whitaker, the guy I hired from TG&Y outin Abilene to be our first Wal-Mart manager. After that, he became our first regional manager. Don hadbarely finished high school, if that, and he had terrible grammar. He threw people off sometimes becausehe only had one eye, and he looked at you sort of funny. But he was one of the finest people I have everknown in my life. Everybody called him Whitaker, and he was a hard-working, practical, smart fellow. By early 1942, though, the war was on, and as an ROTC graduate I was gung-ho to go, ready to shipout overseas and see my share of the action. But the Army had a big surprise for me. Because of a minorheart irregularity, I flunked the physical for combat duty and was classified for limited duty. This kind ofgot me down in the dumps, and since I was just waiting around to be called up anyway I quit myPenney's job and wandered south, towardTulsa, with some vague idea of seeing what the oil businesswas like. Instead, I got a job at a big Du Pont gunpowder plant in the town ofPryor, outsideTulsa. Theonly room I could find to stay in was nearby, over in Claremore. That's where I met Helen Robson oneApril night in a bowling alley. Among her oldest nobility there begin to arise lecturers to mechanics and patrons of ragged schools; and it is said that even on the throne of England is a woman who weekly instructs her class of Sunday-school scholars from the children in the vicinity of her country residence. 欧美高清整片在线观看-欧美 在线 成人-欧美成 人 在线播放-欧美_welcome* John HueyAtlanta, Georgia May 1992 W. R. Robetson, Benj. Little.