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A Message To Garcia

Posted by Brandon Dillon on March 24, 2012

I was listening to a CD by Bill Lewis today and he was talking about this I felt compelled to do my best to let people know about this amazing work. in 1899 after a dinner with family the question was asked who was the most important person in winning the Spanish American war and this Essay was born.  So many people orded extra copys of this because of its important tale of persistance, morals and many other things.

I dont want to spoil the reading but so many copies were reprinted and orderd that it became the most read item next to the Bible.

Thats impressive!! and Alot! Still nothing has been out read over the bible or printed but that’s another post =)

Enjoy and share this with everyone! it was a big deal then and has been lost in the past 50 years or so of our poor educatiion system.

 

 

 

 

A Message To Garcia

From An American Original

For the March 1899 issue of The Philistine, Elbert Hubbard dashed off an untitled essay to fill space. The inspirational homily on duty caused a sensation. Reprinted in special edition pamphlets and as a book with the title A Message to Garcia, Hubbard estimated some 40 million copies to be in circulation by 1913. Sales figures were enhanced by American businesses purchasing bulk supplies to distribute to their employees. It was translated in many languages and distributed worldwide. Elbert Hubbard II, credited by his father for inspiring the essay, estimated the number of copies printed to be near 80 million by 1936.

Below is the text from a 1914 Roycroft edition. It includes Hubbard’s explanation of the essay’s genesis and a brief account of its international success.

A MESSAGE TO GARCIA

Being a Preachment by Elbert Hubbard

Done into a Printed Book by the Roycrofters at Their Shop, Which is in East Aurora, Erie County, N.Y. Copyright 1914 by Elbert Hubbard

APOLOGIA

HORSE SENSE

If you work for a man, in Heaven’s name work for him. If he pays wages that supply you your bread and butter, work for him, speak well of him, think well of him, and stand by him, and stand by the institution he represents. I think if I worked for a man, I would work for him. I would not work for him a part of his time, but all of his time. I would give an undivided service or none. If put to the pinch, an ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. If you must vilify, condemn, and eternally disparage, why, resign your position, and when you are outside, damn to your heart’s content. But, I pray you, so long as you are a part of an institution, do not condemn it. Not that you will injure the institution–not that–but when you disparage the concern of which you are a part, you disparage yourself. And don’t forget–“I forgot” won’t do in business.

This literary trifle, “A Message to Garcia,” was written one evening after supper, in a single hour. It was on the Twenty-second of February, Eighteen Hundred Ninety-nine, Washington’s Birthday, and we were just going to press with the March “Philistine.” The thing leaped hot from my heart, written after a trying day, when I had been endeavoring to train some rather delinquent villagers to abjure the comatose state and get radio-active.

The immediate suggestion, though, came from a little argument over the teacups, when my boy Bert suggested that Rowan was the real hero of the Cuban War. Rowan had gone alone and done the thing–carried the message to Garcia.

It came to me like a flash! Yes, the boy is right, the hero is the man who does his work–who carries the message to Garcia. I got up from the table, and wrote “A Message to Garcia.” I thought so little of it that we ran it in the Magazine without a heading. The edition went out, and soon orders began to come for extra copies of the March “Philistine,” a dozen, fifty, a hundred; and when the American News Company ordered a thousand, I asked one of my helpers which article it was that had stirred up the cosmic dust.

“It’s the stuff about Garcia,” he said.

The next day a telegram came from George H. Daniels, of the New York Central Railroad, thus: “Give price on one hundred thousand Rowan article in pamphlet form–Empire State Express advertisement on back–also how soon can ship.”

I replied giving price, and stated we could supply the pamphlets in two years. Our facilities were small and a hundred thousand booklets looked like an awful undertaking.

The result was that I gave Mr. Daniels permission to reprint the article in his own way. He issued it in booklet form in editions of half a million. Two or three of these half-million lots were sent out by Mr. Daniels, and in addition the article was reprinted in over two hundred magazines and newspapers. It has been translated into all written languages.

At the time Mr. Daniels was distributing the “Message to Garcia,” Prince Hilakoff, Director of Russian Railways, was in this country. He was the guest of the New York Central, and made a tour of the country under the personal direction of Mr. Daniels. The Prince saw the little book and was interested in it, more because Mr. Daniels was putting it out in such big numbers, probably, than otherwise.

In any event, when he got home he had the matter translated into Russian, and a copy of the booklet given to every railroad employee in Russia.

Other countries then took it up, and from Russia it passed into Germany, France, Spain, Turkey, Hindustan and China. During the war between Russia and Japan, every Russian soldier who went to the front was given a copy of the “Message to Garcia.”

The Japanese, finding the booklets in possession of the Russian prisoners, concluded that it must be a good thing, and accordingly translated it into Japanese.

And on an order of the Mikado, a copy was given to every man in the employ of the Japanese Government, soldier or civilian. Over forty million copies of “A Message to Garcia” have been printed.

This is said to be a larger circulation than any other literary venture has ever attained during the lifetime of the author, in all history–thanks to a series of lucky accidents!–E.H.

A MESSAGE TO GARCIA

As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of his masters.–_Proverbs xxv:_ 13

In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion.

When war broke out between Spain and the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain fastnesses of Cuba–no one knew where. No mail or telegraph message could reach him. The President must secure his co-operation, and quickly. What to do!

Some one said to the President, “There is a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can.”

Rowan was sent for and was given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How “the fellow by the name of Rowan” took the letter, sealed it up in an oilskin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, and in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia–are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail. The point that I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, “Where is he at?” By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing–“Carry a message to Garcia.”  General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.

No man who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man–the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it.

Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, and half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook or threat he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test: You are sitting now in your office–six clerks are within call. Summon any one and make this request: “Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio.”

Will the clerk quietly say, “Yes, sir,” and go do the task?

On your life he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye andask one or more of the following questions:

Who was he?                         Which encyclopedia?                         Where is the encyclopedia?                         Was I hired for that?                         Don’t you mean Bismarck? What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?                         Is he dead?                         Is there any hurry?                         Shall I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?                         What do you want to know for?

I wasn’t hired for that anyway!

And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia–and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average I will not.

Now, if you are wise, you will not bother to explain to your “assistant” that Correggio is indexed under the C’s, not in the K’s, but you will smile very sweetly and say, “Never mind,” and go look it up yourself.

And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift–these are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all? A first mate with knotted club seems necessary; and the dread of getting “the bounce” Saturday night holds many a worker to his place.

Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply can neither spell nor punctuate–and do not think it necessary to.

Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?

“You see that bookkeeper,” said a foreman to me in a large factory.

“Yes; what about him?”

“Well, he’s a fine accountant, but if I’d send him up-town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main Street would forget what he had been sent for.”

Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?

We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the “downtrodden denizens of the sweat-shop” and the “homeless wanderer searching for honest employment,” and with it all often go many hard words for the men in power.

Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne’er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long, patient striving with “help” that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The employer is continually sending away “help” that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on.

No matter how good times are, this sorting continues: only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer–but out and forever out the incompetent and unworthy go. It is the survival of the fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best–those who can carry a message to Garcia.

I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress, him. He can not give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, “Take it yourself!”

Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular firebrand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled Number Nine boot.

Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slipshod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless.

Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds–the man who, against great odds, has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there’s nothing in it: nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner-pail and worked for day’s wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; and all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous.

My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the “boss” is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets “laid off,” nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long, anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks shall be granted. His kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village–in every office, shop, store and factory.

The world cries out for such: he is needed, and needed badly–the man who can carry A MESSAGE TO GARCIA.

To act in absolute freedom and at the same time know that responsibility is the price of freedom is salvation.

HERE THEN ENDETH THE PREACHMENT, _A MESSAGE TO GARCIA_, AS WRITTEN BY FRA ELBERTUS AND DONE INTO A BOOK BY THE ROYCROFTERS AT THEIR SHOP, WHICH IS IN EAST AURORA, NEW YORK.

LIFE IN ABUNDANCE

The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned or “good,” but to be Radiant.

I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, sincerity, calm courage and good-will.

I wish to be simple, honest, natural, frank, clean in mind and clean in body, unaffected–ready to say, “I do not know,” if so it be, to meet all men on an absolute equality–to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unafraid and unabashed.

I wish others to live their lives, too, up to their highest, fullest and best. To that end I pray that I may never meddle, dictate, interfere, give advice that is not wanted, nor assist when my services are not needed. If I can help people I’ll do it by giving them a chance to help themselves; and if I can uplift or inspire, let it be by example, inference and suggestion, rather than by injunction and dictation. That is to say, I desire to be Radiant–to Radiate Life.

The final two pages of another Hubbard manuscript differing slightly in content from that held in the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library are housed in the Roycroft Arts Museum in East Aurora, New York.

Original Manuscript

Elbert Hubbard’s original 1899 essay, written in pencil, is housed in the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library in Buffalo, New York.  It is accompanied by the following letter of consignment:

June 5th, 1900

Walter L. Brown                         Buffalo, NY

My Dear Mr. Brown:

Among written articles there are very few, I am told, that attain the circulation awarded to “A Message to Garcia.” Within ten months it has been reprinted over nine million times. I grant you that this alone is no proof of literary excellence; but the fact may be of value to the Zulu who shall sit on the broken buttress of Niagara Bridge, in shedding light on the mental qualities of those who lived in the year Eighteen Hundred + Ninety-Nine.

Thinking the original Ms. of the article named may be of some slight value, I have had it appropriately bound + beg to hand it to you herewith, with the request that you present it to the Buffalo Public Library and believe me ever with high regard.

Your sincere                         Elbert Hubbard

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Coming Apart or Community Together?

Posted by Brandon Dillon on March 15, 2012

Coming Apart or Community Together?.

This is another Great Blog and new book coming out talking about how the Founding Fathers were right! listen to this.

Although many believe that the complex challenges facing us today cannot be solved through the lens of the American founder’s virtues, Murray writes:

I take another view: The founders were right. The success of America depended on virtue in the people when the country began and it still does in the twenty-first century. America will remain exceptional only to the extent that its people embody the same qualities that made it work for the first two centuries of its existence. The founding virtues are central to that that kind of citizenry.

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Self-Talk of a Winner

Posted by Brandon Dillon on March 15, 2012

Self-Talk of a Winner.

A Great blog article by Orrin and a great video by Jessica! on her Daily affirmation! a must watch and read =) you will love it!

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How to Win Friends and influent people by Dale Carnegie

Posted by Brandon Dillon on March 12, 2012

I have been studying this book for the past few weeks since I last said I would be going over them, just wanted to update everyone that this week look for a new post all about this book, which is an amazing classic that if you truly live by and work at these principles every area of your life will improve. The first three big things talked about and if you read this book and I hope you do, you will see that examples are given a lot about people from the early 1910-1930s.

The First three principles are, Do not criticize, complain or Condemn others. Sounds Simple enough but if this first 3 principles were applied by everyone in the U.S. then it would be an amazing country. So often do we criticize others , our spouse, our children, friends co-workers or people we Lead or manage, never once will criticism work to get anyone to do what you want. There are far better ways to get that to happen.

Complaining, so many do it, and even those who do it often and well don’t like to hear it, so that should be a huge clue that complaining does nothing to resolve the problem or condition that your complaining about. instead seek to find solutions that will be Win win or just put it out of your mind or else you will become very negative and obsessed about it and why let something you cant do anything about effect your day.

Condemning, while it sounds very much like criticizing this is a step up and more hurtful, and unless we be free from sin others could criticize, complain and condemn us and what would we try to do? Justify why we did what we do, or why we needed to do this or that, and we would never look at a potential teachable moment in life where we can grow and learn.

These are just 3 small principles that if you make a sticky note and put these three things on your steering wheel of your car or write it on your mirror in your bathroom or in your day planer and read them often when ever something comes up, it will greatly impact your life and the life of those around you.

More to come!

 

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