ADDRESS AT ELDORADO COUNTRY CLUB MARCH 12, 1984 BY EDMUND W. LITTLEFIELD Thank you, John. Fellow members of Eldorado. At the outset I would like to thank you for the privilege of being here and the compliment that your presence here implies. You do me great honor to include my name with that of my good friend, John Swearingen, and the other distinguished gentlemen that have addressed this gathering in the past. I am proud to be in their company, for it is the kind of company I aspire to keep. In all fairness each of you should know that, if I am distinguished, I am "distinguished" by four weaknesses. There are in this audience close, loyal, and long-suffering friends who have heard me on an earlier occasion publicly confess to three of them. One, I am a frustrated English major who entered the field of business somewhat reluctantly - more to fend off hunger than to conquer the world of commerce. Second, I cannot stand the unread piece of paper that finds its way to my "in" box. Once the document surmounts the elaborate screening process set up to protect me in my frailty and reaches my desk, I am compelled by some inner drive to read it. This in and of itself is not fatal but I am also a compulsive joiner, a soft touch for all sorts of worthy causes, most of which interest the friendly solicitors more than they do me. The combination of these weaknesses results in an ex-English major reading some of the most mortal literature ever written by man. Some of it cannot even compete in quality with the myriad of catalogues that relentlessly 1