| The English Who's Who for 1913 offers the
following example of Elbert Hubbard's style:
HUBBARD, Elbert; editor, The Fra and Philistine Magazine;
President of the Corporation known as the Roycrofters; b. Bloomington, Ill., U.
S., 19 June 1856; father a farmer and country Doctor. Educ.: the
University of Hard Knocks. Hon. degree of M. A. from Tufts College, and LL. D.
from the Auditorium Annex, Chicago; school-teacher, printer, editor and
lecturer; met William Morris in London, 1890, and went home and started the
Roycroft Press at East Aurora, N. Y., on similar lines as the Kelmscott; the
Roycrofters Corporation has grown out of this venture - a semi-communal
institution giving work to 800 people. Publications: One Day; No Enemy
but Himself; Little Journeys; Time and Chance; Life of John Brown; A Message to
Garcia, etc., and about ten thousand magazine articles. Recreations:
Horseback riding, swimming, rowing, and care of flowers and garden. Address:
East Aurora, N. Y.
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Elbert Hubbard's business "Credo":
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| Contributed by Neil Panciera
of Windsor, CT
USA |
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"My Creed" |
Back of frame |
Copyright |
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This
comes from a genuine framed lithograph titled My Creed by Elbert
Hubbard |
copyrighted by Reinthal & Newman, Pubs. N.Y. |
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I believe in
myself.
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I believe in
the goods I sell.
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I believe in
the firm for whom I work.
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I believe in
my colleagues and helpers.
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I believe in
American business methods.
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I believe in
producers, creators, manufacturers, distributors, and in all industrial
workers of the world who have a job, and hold it down.
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I believe
that Truth is an asset.
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I believe in
good cheer and in good health, and I recognize the fact that the first
requisite in success is not to achieve the dollar, but to confer a benefit,
and that the reward will come automatically, and usually as a matter of
course.
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I believe in
sunshine, fresh air, spinach, applesauce, laughter, buttermilk, babies,
bombazine and chiffon, always remembering that the greatest word in the
English language is "Sufficiency."
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I believe
that when I make a sale I make a friend.
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And I
believe that when I part with a man I must do it in such a way that when he
sees me again he will be glad - and so will I.
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I believe in
hands that work, in brains that think, and in hearts that love.
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Amen, and
Amen.
THE SEA
by Elbert Hubbard
The sea knows all things, for at night when the winds are
asleep the stars confide to him their secrets. In his breast are stored away all
the elements that go to make up the round world. Beneath his depths lie buried
the sunken kingdoms of fable and legend, whose monarchs have long been lost in
oblivion. He appropriates and makes his own all that is - dissolving the rocks
that seek to stop his passage - forming, transforming, rearranging, never
ceasing, tireless. Tireless ever, for he gets his rest in motion. With acute ear
he listens along every coast and lies in wait for the spirit of the offshore
wind. All rivers run to meet him, carrying tidings from afar, and ever the
phosphorescent dust from other spheres glimmers on his surface. It is not to be
wondered that men have worshiped the ocean, for in his depths they have seen
mirrored the image of Eternity - of Infinity. Here they have seen the symbol of
God's great plan of oneness with His creatures, for the sea is the union of all
infinite particles, and it takes the whole to make the one. Men have fallen on
their faces to worship the sea. Women have thrown him their children to appease
his wrath. Savagely yet tenderly has he received the priceless treasure and
hidden it away where none could recall. He has heard the dying groans of untold
thousands, and drowned their cries for help with his own ceaseless roar; but
still his ear has not failed to catch the whisperings of confession that have
come from souls about to appear before their Maker. And yet how beautiful and
kind is he in his apparent relentless cruelty, for he keeps only the transient
part, and gently separates the immortal and wafts the spirit back to God who
gave it. And what does the sea do with all these secrets, mysteries, and
treasures? Go shrive thyself, and with soul all in tune to the harmonies of the
Universe listen to the waves and they shall tell thee the secrets of life.
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