The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1925-05-22
The Power of
Thought
BY WARREN ORDWAY
(@ 1925. western Newspaper Union.

City club he had made his famous
speech on "The Power Of Thought"
He unbuttoned his vest and seated
himself before his workbench" as he
liked to call his mahogany desk
Now, II l can have an uninterrupted
hour l can get some real work out
of the way" he said
Quiet thought was what accom-
plished things From the day when
as young man, Holloway had STUN
bled across the formula for harden
ing the rubber In tires he had longed
for time to think
workman entered and stood be-
fore Mr.. Holloway's desk asking his
advice. Mr.. Holloway rose, cursing
the interruption, and followed the
workman into an adjoining room
where the last finishing touches were
being put on some alterations The
workman asked a question about the
trim, which Mr.. Holloway answered
instantly
He did not return at once to his Of
nce, but walked about the room, ad-
miring the details. 1t was to be an
absolutely quiet room.
when this quiet room is finished
I'll be able to get some real work
done!" Mr.. Holloway exclaimed, as he
returned to his desk.
No sooner had he got squared away
| than the Office manager, thin. nerv-
Gus fellow, In black haircloth coat,
hustled up. "Mr. Holloway, I'm at
my wits end" he fumed. They're
taking my storage space for factory
materials, and l don't know where in
the world I'm going to put the trans
fer correspondence" He spread a
plan on his chiefs desk.
Mr.. Holloway scrutinized the plan,
and like fash the solution came to
him. He picked up the plan and
doomed: "Ill let you know later.
And In the meantime I'll give the mat
ter my best thought"
| The telephone rang and City club
| secretary thousand miles away
asked If he would give his speech be-
fore their organization. YES, yes +"
he shouted, and turned with a groan
back to his plan.
A young man quietly entered the
democratic Office and stood before
Mr.. Holloway's desk 'I'm from
Successful Men Magazine, and our.
readers want your ideas on the power
OF thought" Mr.. Holloway gave his
views, his voice trembling With the de-
| Stra fhrnu ho inf
man into the street
A few days later the quiet room
was finished. Every stick of furniture
was In Its place, and even the bronze
reproduction Of Robins Thinker" re-
posed on the mantle. Mr.. Holloway
cleared the room of reporters and
guests and announced he should first
consider the problem Of the office man
ayers transfer files
| Mr.. Holloway sank back into one Of
the capacious padded leather chairs
This was the critical moment to which
he had looked forward all through his
| business life. No more distractions !;
no more snap judgments, but from
now on every decision firmly rooted
In the deep thought that fourishes
only In silence.
He spread the. Office managers plan
on the table, folded his hands across
his unbuttoned vest and closed his
eyes, the better to concentrate on the
problem. He leaned his head against
the leather chair back and relaxed
every muscle
The silence Of the room hung over
him like blanket He could hear the
blood pounding in his head, while in
his ears there rang sharp, thin
sound, like a distant locomotive
whistle.
The ringing in his ears grew louder
and became the whistle of a yacht
his yacht bought with the extra prof
Its made through the use of the 81
lent room. He was standing on deck
as the glorious boat plowed the blue
waters of the Mediterranean sea. But
what was the booming and that rattle
Of guns? A pirate ship In the dis
tance It's cannon was firing a shot a
second and its small arms were rat
tling an accompaniment. 1t was com
Ing nearer, nearer. He shouted to
the captain Of his yacht. "Shoot !!
Why don't you shoot |"
Mr.. Holloway awoke with a start.
He snapped on the light and looked
at his watch. After six He had
slept for over four hours!
He opened the great felt door and
tiptoed across the dark, deserted Of
fee to where his hat was hanging.
Gancing about, fearful lest he should
meet one of his employees, he skunk
shame-facedly to the elevator
Next morning the Office manager
stood expectantly before Mr.. Hollo-
ways desk. Did you decide about
those cases Of transfer correspond
enceY he asked
Mr.. Holloway handed him cigar
and cleared his throat Don't be sur
prised" he warned with a nervous
laugh
After the two men had lighted their
cigars Mr.. Holloway ordered: "You
can store the stuff in the new quiet
rOom."
"Wha-wha-a-at?" stammered the Of
flee manager"
Mr.. Holloway continued more conf
IDENTIFY, now the first shock was over.
1--WE revised my slogan. From now
on it's to be, Thought plus action