Dear Mr. Rockefeller,
I, Charles Pratt, am disgusted by your monopolistic acts, seventeen years of hard work gone to waste when some hot shot gluttonous robber baron comes along, trying to get grasp of every single oil company. My Unlike you, I had to work to gain money, not buy everything out. Incase you forgot because you were to busy counting money I moved to the USA in 1850, and soon became accustom to the American lifestyle. Soon before long, I had bought an oil refinery from two young men, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Ellis but before long; they were heavily in debt to me, being unable to give their end of the deal. Ellis gave up, but Rogers came to New York to tell me personally that he would pay back the debts he owed me. Now, that impressed me so much, I felt like this was someone that I was more then willing to hire. After he paid the debts, sure enough I hired him as my foreman of my Brooklyn refinery, and promised him a partnership if we made over fifty thousand dollars a year. And that we did thus came Pratt and Rogers Co. The Rogers continued to live frugally and young Henry worked very hard. Abbie brought his meals to the work, and often he would sleep but three hours a night rolled up, rocking back and forth in a dusty down blanket in the corner of a freezing cold room. Sometimes his wife would worry about him, she would constantly ask about him. Henry Rogers would wake up at the crack of dawn and went straight to work. I would bet you anything that he would skip at least one meal everyday so he could get some errands done. Then you came along. Sure, you can say that hard work pays off, and when we were forced to join Standard Oil, that we all got paid, but I assure you that Rogers and I could have out done you any day. I think that you truly ruined the oil business; you ruined the good feeling of having a partner, waking up everyday bright and early, and head out to work. You ruined the feel of seeing your employees smile as they come from their warm cozy homes. You demolished the love of going home after work. There were no more companies that were run by someone who wasn’t obsessed with money. Now all I see everyday is the morose faces of those who hate their job but are only doing it to raise money for the kids. Most of them working for minimum wage any way. Some of them would have tattered tops on, others wouldn’t even have tops. Some came without shoes, but most importantly they all came without a smile. This letter is to get your attention; I hope you learned that there is more to life then money and oil. Thanks John, I hope you learned that money isn’t everything, but I don’t blame you, it would be hard to get it through your thick bald head of yours!
I despise you,
-Charles Pratt
I, Charles Pratt, am disgusted by your monopolistic acts, seventeen years of hard work gone to waste when some hot shot gluttonous robber baron comes along, trying to get grasp of every single oil company. My Unlike you, I had to work to gain money, not buy everything out. Incase you forgot because you were to busy counting money I moved to the USA in 1850, and soon became accustom to the American lifestyle. Soon before long, I had bought an oil refinery from two young men, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Ellis but before long; they were heavily in debt to me, being unable to give their end of the deal. Ellis gave up, but Rogers came to New York to tell me personally that he would pay back the debts he owed me. Now, that impressed me so much, I felt like this was someone that I was more then willing to hire. After he paid the debts, sure enough I hired him as my foreman of my Brooklyn refinery, and promised him a partnership if we made over fifty thousand dollars a year. And that we did thus came Pratt and Rogers Co. The Rogers continued to live frugally and young Henry worked very hard. Abbie brought his meals to the work, and often he would sleep but three hours a night rolled up, rocking back and forth in a dusty down blanket in the corner of a freezing cold room. Sometimes his wife would worry about him, she would constantly ask about him. Henry Rogers would wake up at the crack of dawn and went straight to work. I would bet you anything that he would skip at least one meal everyday so he could get some errands done. Then you came along. Sure, you can say that hard work pays off, and when we were forced to join Standard Oil, that we all got paid, but I assure you that Rogers and I could have out done you any day. I think that you truly ruined the oil business; you ruined the good feeling of having a partner, waking up everyday bright and early, and head out to work. You ruined the feel of seeing your employees smile as they come from their warm cozy homes. You demolished the love of going home after work. There were no more companies that were run by someone who wasn’t obsessed with money. Now all I see everyday is the morose faces of those who hate their job but are only doing it to raise money for the kids. Most of them working for minimum wage any way. Some of them would have tattered tops on, others wouldn’t even have tops. Some came without shoes, but most importantly they all came without a smile. This letter is to get your attention; I hope you learned that there is more to life then money and oil. Thanks John, I hope you learned that money isn’t everything, but I don’t blame you, it would be hard to get it through your thick bald head of yours!
I despise you,
-Charles Pratt
1 comments:
I like the angle you took, if you know what i mean. it is very interesting to read from this point of view. Heads up! There are some errors in convention that distract a bit, but other than that, good job!!
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