“Welcome to my humble office, Elizabeth, James,” Swanton said and smiled jovially as he stood up to attend to the couple as they entered the small room. A large mahogany desk sat in the center with stacks of papers piled around a writing surface. A lamp with a green glass shade sat in the left corner. Behind the desk, a large leather chair was pushed back behind the grey-suited Swanton. “I know it is early but I like to get things started first thing each morning. Regarding my plans for the Santa Cruz Beach Company, I think you will be happily surprised with the direction I’d like to take this company. Would either of you like tea? I always drink a cup every morning.”
|W.H. Weeks in Fred Swanton's Office, May 1906 *|
|James Credwell, Jr., Aged 12, 1905 *|
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