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Solid Feet. By the start of the last session, a barrel-bellied bystander named Lawrence Henry Schultz, owner of a Buffalo, N.Y. bus company, had stood just about all the aimless dreaming he could stand. Taking the floor, he made a speech which electrified his hearers and sent new blood rushing through the veins of Federal Union, Inc. Said Mr. Schultz: "What bothers me is time. The way we're going now, we might get somewhere in ten, 15 years. But we have to do something at the end of this war, not the next one. . . . If we can't get a million members, we'd better fold up and quit. . . . We have to get some money ... set this thing up on a businesslike basis, get an executive and pay him $10,000 or $20,000 a year. . . ."
Mr. Schultz talked on. The convention came to life and wound up in a frenzy of plans for membership and promotional drives. Beamed Founder Streit: "This is what we've needed all the time. Now watch us go." Newly elected Director Schultz retired to his hotel room for a drink.
*Or whippletree: the pivoted (or swinging) bar to which the traces of a harness are fastened.