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Selling Building Partnerships 7th Edition Weitz Test Bank
Selling Building Partnerships 7th Edition Weitz Test Bank
Selling Building Partnerships 7th Edition Weitz Test Bank
Chapter 1
Student: ___________________________________________________________________________
True False
2. Six Sigma selling programs are designed to reduce and eliminate errors in the selling system.
True False
3. A firm's products move from the manufacturer to the final user through a series of institutions
called a production network.
True False
4. Normally, missionary salespeople and local distributor salespeople are intensively competitive
with each other as each strives to take business away from the other.
True False
True False
6. Selling capital goods to manufacturers is much easier than selling concert tickets for top name
musical groups to consumers.
True False
True False
8. European customers place more emphasis on the rapport developed with a salesperson,
whereas U.S. firms look more at the size and reputation of the salesperson's company.
True False
9. As a field salesperson, Sheila schedules her sales calls, decides when she will do her paperwork,
and, for the most part, controls her own time, and operates much like an independent
entrepreneur.
True False
10. Because Pam sells oil-drilling equipment for Oil Field Technologies, and Harold is a salesperson
at Dillard's department store, Harold will most likely earn more per year than Pam.
True False
11. Because more and more customers are demanding 24/7 service, selling firms need:
A. credit analysis
B. building relationships with customers
C. offering information
D. helping customers identify problems
E. after-the-sale service
14. Ryan is training his new salespeople. He is trying to dispel the myth the role of sales people is to
"sell refrigerators to Eskimos." He tells his salespeople that they need to be a customer-centric
organization that helps customers:
A. Identify problems
B. Find information to about potential solutions
C. By providing after-the-sale service
D. By making the customer the center of their efforts
E. All of these
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Versailles to Paris, and perhaps we may compare it to Hampton Court
near London.
The garden of the Seraglio was the Acropolis of the original city, the site
of the Palatium sacrum of Constantine, the citadel of his successors, the
palace of Justinian and Placidia, queen of the Goths. Few spots on earth
have had a longer or more tragic history. From the gardens of the
Seraglio sailed the fleets of the Phoenicians, the war barges of the
Romans, the triremes from Asia, the galleys of Darius the Persian, of
Xerxes, of Alexander the Great, Philip of Macedon, and I would not be
surprised if Agamemnon, Ajax, Achilles and those bold old warriors had
landed there many a time. The gilded barges of Venice and Genoa
brought their soldiers there and from that landing-place carried away
millions of plunder. The feet of the Crusaders trod the gravel walks—
Richard the Lion-Hearted, Godfrey de Bouillon, and the Frank emperors
made it their headquarters in the time of the Crusades. Since the
occupation of Constantinople by the Turks, the resplendent caiques of
the Sultans have come and gone, some of them bearing candidates for
uneasy thrones, and others, desperate creatures, seeking refuge from a
miserable death.
From the time of Mohammed II., who took Constantinople by storm in
1453, to Abdul Medjid, in 1864, who deserted it for the more cheerful
palace of the Dolma-Baghtcheh on the banks of the Bosphorus, twenty-
two Sultans have been imprisoned or murdered, or died by violence
within the palaces of the Seraglio. For four hundred years the fate of the
sovereigns of Turkey was subject to the caprice of the all-powerful
Janizaries, who made it their headquarters. Up to the beginning of the
last century it was the fashion for the Janizaries to decapitate unpopular
Sultans and ministers and expose their heads upon the pillars of the gate
in order that the public might know what had happened. Two niches on
either side of the Sublime Porte, which is the main gateway to the
Seraglio, were made for that purpose. Sometimes, however, as a special
mark of vengeance or honor, the heads were placed, like that of John the
Baptist, upon a silver charger and left outside where the public could
examine them closely.
Over the Sublime Porte, a stately arch with ponderous gates, is an Arabic
inscription reading: “May Allah ever preserve the glory of the possessor;
may Allah ever strengthen his foundations.”
In the first large court, known as the Court of the Janizaries, is an
enormous tree called by their name, under which they were in the habit
of hatching their conspiracies. It is said to be the largest tree in Europe,
and two stunted columns under its far-spreading branches once served as
a guillotine. There are many buildings within the walls in addition to the
palaces, the harem, the barracks of the soldiers and those used for official
purposes. The mint is there, the arsenal, magazines for the storage of
explosives, a hospital, the imperial stables, quarters for an army of
slaves, several pleasure kiosks and a mosque. The Greek church of St.
Irene, erected by Constantine the Great, which was converted into an
armory instead of a mosque, is a venerable monument of the Byzantine
style of architecture. In the museum of the armory is the scimiter used by
Mohammed II. in the siege of Constantinople, the sword of Scanderbeg,
the armor of Tamerlane and the porphyry tombs of Constantine,
Theodosius, Julian the Apostate and other early Greek emperors.
The Ch rkau Scher f, or Hall of the Holy Garment, is the most sacred
place in Turkey, for it shelters the mantle of the Prophet Mohammed, his
staff, his saber, his standard, and, among other relics, two hairs from his
venerable beard, which are inclosed in a casket of gold. The sacred
mantle is a long brown robe of camel’s-hair, made in the same shape and
style and resembling in appearance those worn by Persian priests. It is
inclosed in a frame and covered with cloth-of-gold for protection, with
little slits cut in the covering in order that the threads may be seen. The
standard of Islam is a green flag or banner, about two feet square, of the
finest silk, embroidered with an inscription similar to those seen in all
the Mohammedan churches, declaring that “there is no God but Allah
and Mohammed is his prophet.” This standard is said to have been
carried by Mohammed himself and has ever since been the most
significant and sacred egis of the Moslem world, the symbol of el j had,
or call to a religious war, when borne publicly by the Sultan in the
mosque of St. Sophia.
SULEIMAN MOSQUE, CONSTANTINOPLE
There are many other interesting buildings in the Seraglio, some of them
famous for their decorations and the carved marble used in their
construction. Others are gloomy-looking storehouses for archives and
wardrobes for the robes of state—once carefully kept by black eunuchs,
now all more or less dilapidated and abandoned. The kitchens cover a
large area and are roofed with domes perforated to let out the smoke
instead of having the ordinary chimney, and in the olden days it is said
that 40,000 oxen was the yearly complement, with a corresponding
number of sheep, goats, calves, capons, geese, ducks, pigeons and other
supplies.
In August, 1863, several of the ancient buildings were destroyed and
damaged by fire, and nowadays the most of them are yellow and dingy,
sadly in need of paint and restoration. There is everywhere a look of
neglect. Most of the Seraglio is vacant except for the custodians and
guards, and everywhere there is a pathetic squalor.
The most beautiful of all the buildings, the famous oriental kiosk known
as Tschinili, or the mosque of porcelain, built by the conqueror
Mohammed in imitation of one he saw at Bagdad, remains in an
excellent state of preservation, for which we are duly grateful, and its
portico, with graceful pillars elaborately carved in the most delicate lace-
work, its dome starred with gilt coruscations, and lined from ceiling to
floor with beautiful blue Persian tiles, look as bright and new as they did
on the day they were made. The doors are of bronze, the woodwork is set
with mother-of-pearl and the rugs and hangings are of the finest silk. It is
altogether the prettiest thing in Constantinople.
Across the court, however, is what we came to see,—the treasury of the
Ottoman Empire, or, as it used to be known, the Green Vaults of
Constantine. Here is a display of barbaric splendor and a collection of
treasure and baubles which no Turk is ever allowed to look upon except
the Aghas and eunuchs who are intrusted with its protection, and even
they are spies upon each other. No one can enter this building without an
order signed by Abrahim Pasha, private secretary to His Majesty.
Applications by strangers must be made to the Sultan personally through
the ambassador of their country, and he requires several days to consider
before granting a permit. Perhaps he makes inquiries as to the character
of the applicant, because he is exceedingly jealous of his treasures and
always apprehensive lest they should be seen by some person who may
make trouble about them.
No resident of Constantinople except the families of the diplomatic
corps, no Turk and no person who understands the Turkish language can
be admitted, for fear they might give information concerning the millions
of dollars’ worth of precious stones and other valuables which would
tempt robbers or cause discontent among the poverty-stricken people.
When the Sultan tells suppliants that he has no money they might ask
him to sell some of the diamonds and pearls and emeralds or melt up
some of the gold in his treasury. Very few Turks know what is there. Few
members of the Sultan’s household have ever seen the collection. Most
of them are gifts, heirlooms and trophies of war. Many have been handed
down by twenty-eight generations of Sultans, and it is claimed that the
collection has never been disturbed; but that is an exaggeration. No
matter how hard-pressed the Sultan may be for money he would not sell
any of his treasures, but sometimes he has taken out some trifle for a gift
—a jewel or an ornament; something that would not be missed.
There is no such useless wealth in all the world except in the Kremlin at
Moscow. That looks larger because it occupies more space and is better
arranged for display. The Sultan’s treasures are crowded into two little
rooms, arranged without any taste or plan of installation, and the loose
and unset jewels, seals and other articles of adornment are kept in big
salad-bowls that will hold a couple of gallons. There are five bowls full
of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, turquoise and other unset precious stones,
perhaps a half bushel altogether, and a large tray about twelve by fifteen
inches in size covered with beautiful unmounted pearls. One of the
emeralds weighs two kilograms and another is almost of the same size.
They are said to be the largest emeralds in the world.
The most gorgeous and overpowering spectacle in the collection is a
throne said to be of solid gold set, mosaic-like, with uncut rubies,
emeralds and pearls, which formerly belonged to the Shah of Persia, and
was captured and brought to Constantinople as the spoil of war by Sultan
Selim I. in 1502. There are scepters, armor, sabers, scimiters, pistols,
saddles and other equestrian equipments, walking-sticks, sandals and
other articles, some of them imbedded with jewels. A toilet table of
ordinary size is veneered with diamonds, while the wash-bowl, pitcher
and other toilet articles are set thickly with the most beautiful turquoise.
There are cups of onyx, crystal and jade; stirrups, bridles and other
horse-furniture of gold, and in the corner of a little case is a two-quart
bowl filled with diamond buttons, which some time or another fastened
the garments of some extravagant sultan. Arranged around the wall are
effigies of a dozen or more of the great sultans in their richest robes of
state and wearing their favorite jewels. If those effigies could be stripped
of their ornaments they alone would make a display of the jeweler’s art
that would be worth exhibition. There is no catalogue, and I was
prohibited from taking notes. Newspaper men are never knowingly
admitted, lest they should publish descriptions of the riches of the
treasury and give the Sultan hysterics.
The ceremony of opening the doors was quite interesting. There are two
sets of keys for everything, and they are held by two custodians who
have nothing to do with each other and are supposed to be enemies. Each
has a guard of twenty-four men, who live apart and are forbidden to
associate with each other or have any more than the strictest official
communication. Representatives of each of these squads are on duty at
all times and are expected to act as spies on each other. They are
peculiar-looking people and wear a queer livery—a high-buttoned coat
of black broadcloth like an Episcopal clergyman, with a red fez.
Our card of invitation fixed our reception at 11:30 a.m. We arrived a
little before that hour, to find that the custodians had anticipated us and
had drawn up their guards in two lines facing each other. One of the
chiefs then went forward and unlocked his share of the fastenings. Then
the other came forward and used his keys. Each was accompanied by at
least twelve men, and under the regulations could not turn a bolt until
they all were present. If anyone had been absent we would have been
compelled to wait for him or come another day. And every one of these
guards expected a liberal fee. The cost of looking at the Sultan’s
treasures amounted to $35. After the inspection we were invited to a
pavilion where coffee, sweets and cigarettes were served with great
formality. While we were there an accident happened. Our courier, in
reply to an inquiry, unintentionally dropped a few words of Turkish, and
there was great excitement. One of the officials took him aside and put
him through a close examination, but finally accepted his explanation
that he was not a Turk nor a resident of Turkey, and was not familiar
with the language, but had learned a few words during the recent war
with Greece, when he had served as a dragoman for an English
newspaper correspondent.
VIII
ROBERT COLLEGE AND THE MISSIONARIES