Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #152

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #152

…In a single hour, there is hatched a magazine named the Pearson-Eastman Journal, thus beginning a fresh era of reporting world events and the people in and around them…

After Roosevelt leaves, just like that the lobby empties, leaving the Pearson-Eastman partnership feeling like they have been run over by a Conestoga wagon. Instead of five foot high wheel marks and hoof print across their backs, they are reminded who is a celebrity and who is not, at least not yet.

  “We have a conference room reserved on the second floor. After that unexpected development, we best not put the cart before the horse.” James Ferrell’s budding professionalism shows.

The group as a whole is conspicuous by the formality of their dress, for a day that is still considered young; an outward sign that these folks mean business. They file into a good sized rectangular room with military precision, greeted by a hostess who is there to tend to their every creature comfort. She uncovers a lavish fruit tray, which is flanked by carafes filled with piping hot coffee and tea. Flaky croissants are magnets to six sets of hungry hands, as they situate themselves randomly, checking egos at the door.

“This is very impressive, James,” Harv observes while observing.

“I agree,” adds George Eastman. “This gives me some ideas for my boardroom.”

“We at Beacon Hill want to demonstrate how much your business means to us.”

  “We are all in agreement about the arrangements,” says Herbert Love, “but I am equally overwhelmed by your securing our audience with Teddy Roosevelt, let alone him inviting our magazine out to the frontier states. You guys should get some great photographs. I hear the scenery is majestic.”

“You all are coming, aren’t you?” asks an assuming Judith.

“Not this time sweetie. I cannot speak for Herbert, but regular business will more than occupy me. Train travel and tents are not on my agenda… and Judith? How are you on horseback? … and Harv, are you a closet Rough Rider?”

“Hey, smarty pants, we know our way around a stable in Florida, right Herb?”

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“That’s right Panhandle Pete!” he affirms with more than a hint of sarcasm.

Oblivious to discussions of the first company trip, Abbey Ferrell distributes copies of the Articles of Incorporation to the principles. In a single hour, there is hatched a magazine named the Pearson-Eastman Journal, thus beginning a fresh era of reporting world events and the people in and around them.


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…“It is James Ferrell, sir…” He endures Roosevelt’s punishing handshake and a poke in his side from his wife. “…and this is my wife, Abigail.”…

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“James, look who is at the front desk!” prompts Abigail Ferrell at the sighting of a nationaltheodore-roosevelt hero. President Theodore Roosevelt and his entourage dominate the lobby. “Is he here for our meeting?”

“No, Abbey. But I do hope Harv and Judith Eastman get here soon. What a way to launch their first issue of their photo-journalistic magazine, an interview with the Rough Rider, the hero of Kettle Hill! In fact, I am going to make sure that he does not leave before they get that chance.”

With rare aplomb, not a trait for which he is known for, he brazenly knifes through the crowd, a beeline to the leader who replaced their own friend, William McKinley.

“Excuse me, sir, Mr. President. Do you remember me?”

  Here is a young buck, dressed in lawyer clothes, but young for sure, asking a man who has met more people in his 43 years than 10 ordinary people meet in their lifetime. He politely looks up and down his lean frame, likewise taking in the equally young filly joining the fray, searching his memory.

  “No, son, you will have to refresh me. From where do we have acquaintance?”

“The Tallahassee Twelve? We counted William McKinley as a friend,” James states with visible pride.

  “Bully, I say, bully. Excuse me for the oversight, young _______?”

“James Ferrell, sir…” He endures Roosevelt’s punishing handshake and a poke in his side from his wife. “…and this is my wife, Abigail.”

  “It is a pleasure, folks. And what is it that brings you to Rochester, all the way from Florida?”

“Well, actually we came from Cambridge… Massachusetts. I am in law school there.”

   “A Harvard Man. Bully. I knew you had the ways of a bright one.”

While they had the attention of yet another president, James Ferrell advances the cause of the day.

“Mr. Roosevelt? If I may be so bold, I am here in New York representing the Beacon Hill Partners in the formation of a partnership of Misters Pearson, Love and Eastman and Miss Judith Eastman. They will be publishing a photographic journal presently.”

 “George Eastman? Harv Pearson and Herb Love! My Lord, that sounds like a winning combination to this cowboy.”

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“We have a meeting scheduled here this very hour – I am sure they would be honored to have you in their inaugural feature, if you can only wait for them.”

“Good gracious, yes!” he heartily reverberates. “Say, I think I see the former Secretary of Agriculture arriving this very minute. Over here…Herbert Love… don’t be a stranger!”


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…“Great minds think alike!” insists  Harv Pearson…

“I would like to throw a goodly sum into your initial investment. I hope I am not too bold, folks, but we all know that the more cash you have in the beginning, the greater the chances are for real success.” Herb Love knows business.

Pearson-Eastman, Eastman-Pearson nod to each other.

“It looks that we will have a built-in board of directors, Herbert. You have got to know that Judith’s brother, George is in for one-third… make that one-fourth, but that is where it will stop, too many cooks in the kitchen, you know.” Harv thinks logical boundaries are prudent.

“Capital idea! Excuse the play on words, but I did not know what your reaction would be to my proposal.”

“Eastman/Pearson/Eastman/Love. Sounds like the partner list at Beacon Hill.” It may not be U.S. Steel, but Harv recites an impressive roster in its own right.

“And you finally have the order right… Eastman-Pearson, what do you think Mister Love?” Judith will not let up.

“I will be the silent partner,” he promises, “but I hesitate to say that the opposite is more melodic; consonant first, vowel second.”

 “All men think alike!” Judith is thwarted.

 “Great minds think alike!” insists Pearson.

  “Thinking men like women with great minds! The best of both worlds,” states Herbert Love, master of Washington diplomacy.

“You, Mister Love, will be the perfect foil for me. I look forward to our association and thank you for your confidence in our magazine.” Her appreciation is real.

“That goes for me as well, Herb. To tell you the truth, I hadn’t given you a thought and I could kick myself for not doing so earlier; it would have saved us hours of soul searching.”

The Florida-end of this 1000 mile connection concludes from his heart, “Speaking of soul, remember that as children of God we must keep Him at the center of our earthly tasks. If God is in it, how can we fail?”

Enough said.


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…There is no big winner in the “Who’s Calling Game” this time…

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The photography lab telephone reverberates noisily on the wall. The mystery of who is Related imagecalling is a relatively new game played by two or more people.

 “Jackson!” Harv thinks it is his editor.

“George!” Judith guesses it is her brother.

“Herbert Love for Harv Pearson, please,” requests the caller, not recognizing Judith’s voice across a fuzzy, long distance connection.

“He is right here, Mr. Love.” She hands the receiver to Harv. There is no big winner in the “Who’s Calling Game” this time.

Your-ears-are-burning “Herb, your ears must have been burning,” greets Pearson. “I mentioned your name the very minute you called.”

“Nothing bad I pray?”

“Oh no, Herb, I’m sure you haven’t done anything bad since you wore short pants,” he flatters.

“You are too kind… say, was that Judith Eastman picking up the line? Yes? Good, because what I have to say concerns both of you. I was speaking with John Ferrell the other day and he told me that James was working on his first big project – something about you two lovebirds dreaming up a new news rag. And I mean to tell you, any undertaking that you two are involved in has to be success etched in stone.

  “Then I stopped by the bank and Finley told me that he was scrambling to come up the cash for your withdrawal. There is a reason I know this,” Love assures.

“It is a magazine, not your normal rag Herb, but go on,” Harv prompts, sharing the receiver bell with Judith; familiarly of cheek-to-cheek closeness.

“Without beating around the bush, or sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong, I would like to throw a goodly sum into your initial investment. I hope I am not too bold, folks, but we all know that the more cash you have in the beginning, the greater the chances are for real success.”

Pearson-Eastman, Eastman-Pearson nod to each other.


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…with Eastman’s talent for capturing the moment on nitrocellulose and Harv having the knack of being in the right place at the right time, this venture, into an established literary format, may well succeed…

Judith Eastman responds to poor-mouth Harv Pearson, “Hurricanes and assassination and who knows what else have given you the most respected by-line I’ve seen in years. Your name has been mentioned in the same breath with Horace Greeley. Small town, my eye!

“And I don’t mean to change the subject, but have you found a hot-shot lawyer to draw up our partnership papers yet?”

“Oh yes, for the Pearson-Eastman Journal?”  Harv suggests. Judith rolls her eyes at the order of the surnames. He ignores her exaggerated pantomime, prefacing his real answer with, “Do you remember that young couple, the Ferrells?”

“Yes…?” She recalls them as handsome and young.

“Well I thought it would be good business to give the lad, James, his first taste in contract law.”

“Is he old enough to vote?” she wonders aloud.

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“Well, just this year, but he must be the brightest student at Harvard Law School… that is what his mother said.”

“My dog, Frisky, is smart. But I don’t expect he’ll be running for Congress any time soon.” With that analogy, she summons the regular lighting in her Rochester, New York laboratory, which is just down the hall from her inventive brother George’s same.

Judith Eastman will be as formidable an associate as she is a companion. If he has any thought of pulling a fast one, perhaps assuming she does not care or notice this or that, he can take those unilateral notions and pitch them out with yesterday’s garbage.

  “I can see where you might be skeptical and I apologize for wanting to aid in the career of a hometown boy,” he invites sympathy for his cause, “but you see, he is interning at Beacon Hill Partners. The senior attorneys will be supervising the entire document.”

“Thank you for clarifying those details for me. I am betting my long range security on this magazine, Harv…” she feels fully exposed to the whims of fate, “not to mention giving myself to you… like some daffy girl in prep school.”Daffy wallpaper

  “What’s wrong with that?” It sounds perfectly normal to him.

   “It’s just not like me! I am going to be forty years old in a couple of years and I’m holding hands and kissing, not to mention making my banker very nervous.”

          “Do you think I do this every day myself?  Noooooo. My assistant editor thinks I have lost my mind. They are sending my picture to post offices asking, “Have you seen this man, he’s gone daffy?”.”

“They aren’t, are they?”

“No, silly, but you can believe my banker is feeling the pinch. I may have withdrawn 25% of their assets – the Quincy National Bank is a fancy name for 2000 life savings that probably averages less than a thousand dollars, and that is if you don’t count Herb Love.”

The new magazine will have start-up costs of nearly a million dollars, but all indications are that with Eastman’s talent for capturing the moment on nitrocellulose and Harv having the knack of being in the right place at the right time, this venture, into an established literary format, may well succeed. They are gambling that pages, filled with equal portions of word and picture, will entice Americans to make the Pearson-Eastman Journal a monthly must read.


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