Dear Pierrepont:  No, I can't say that I think anything
of your post-graduate coorse idea.  You're not going to be a poet
or a professer, but a packer, and the place to take a
post-graduate course for that calling is in the packing-house.
Some men learn all they know from books; others from life; both
kinds are narrow.  The first are all theory; the second are all
practice.  Itss the fellow who knows enough about practise to test
his theories for blow-holes that gives the world a shove ahead,
and finds a fiar margin of profit in shoving it.

         Theres a chance for everything you have learned, from
Latin to poetry, in the packing business, though we don't use
much poetry here except in our street-car ads, and about the only
time our products are given Latin names is when the State Board
of Health condemns them.  So I think you'll find it safe to go
short a little on the frills of education; if you want them bad
enough you'll find a way to pick them up latre after bisiness
hours.

                    From ...
                         LETTERS FROM A SELF-MADE MERCHANT TO HIS
                     SON by George Horace Lorimer, 1901