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Test Bank For Business Ethics Decision Making For Personal Integrity Social Responsibility 4th Edition Laura Hartman Joseph Desjardins Chris Macdonald
Test Bank For Business Ethics Decision Making For Personal Integrity Social Responsibility 4th Edition Laura Hartman Joseph Desjardins Chris Macdonald
Test Bank For Business Ethics Decision Making For Personal Integrity Social Responsibility 4th Edition Laura Hartman Joseph Desjardins Chris Macdonald
Description:
Business Ethics: Decision Making for Personal Integrity & Social Responsibility 4e provides a
comprehensive, accessible, and practical introduction to the ethical issues arising in
business. Hartman et al., focuses on real-world ethical decision making at both the personal
and policy levels and provides students with a decision-making process that can be used in any
situation.
Practical applications throughout the text show how theories relate to the real world. The 4th
edition features thoroughly updated statistics and coverage of timely issues and dilemmas
throughout the text.
ISBN-10 : 1259417859
ISBN-13 : 978-1259417856
Table of contents:
Cover
Business Ethics
About the Authors
Preface
New to the Fourth Edition
Acknowledgments
Brief Contents
M B .
Who shar’d with me our parents’ love,
And when my tender limbs could move,
Would all my infant ways approve?
My Brother.
M S .
Who was it, when we both were young,
First prais’d me with her artless tongue,
And on my neck delighted hung?
My Sister.
“A .”
A Readers idea of the state of the Editor’s mind when surveying his
growing Pile of Parodies.
What gives me endless toil, no rest
As each subscriber sends with zest,
The Parody he thinks the best—?
Another!
The above lines appeared in large type, and a prominent position, in the
Times of Thursday, April 23rd, 1885. Many persons thought a hoax had
been played on the Times, refusing to believe that such a dismal appeal ad
captandum vulgus could have been penned by the Poet Laureate. Although
it is true that all his recent productions have given signs of failing powers,
both intellectual and poetical, nothing yet has been published so damaging
as this to the reputation of the author of “The Idylls of the King.” It is,
indeed, greatly to be regretted that he has no sincere and discriminating
friend who could kindly, but firmly, dissuade him from the publication of
such lines, which pain his friends, and give rise to endless satires at his
expense. Journals representing all parties and every shade of opinion, at
once set to work to ridicule The Fleet, and numerous parodies of it have
already appeared, from which the following are selected:—
T B .
(On his reported imbecility.)
You—you—if you have failed to understand—
The bard of England is no bard at all—
And but a thumb on great St. Jingo’s hand.
See lines of his that sprawl
Across the Times so great.
——:o:——
AL .
You—you!—and neither He nor She nor It,
But if; if but, you fail to understand,
Oh! shaker of this tiny English land,
Eagle in war; in peace a mild tomtit—
That Runnymede and Ashmead are the same,
And blood is after all your little game,
And peace an endless heritage of shame!
You—you—who watch the Baltic and the Belt,
Commingling verses to the whale and smelt.
Great Nelson’s heart would melt
If he could read’em.
For such a Hanwell Muse,
The public’s myriad shoes
Would kick themselves with freedom,
You—you!—if but a single soul would heed’em.
J. F T .
he Manchester Examiner and Times.
——:o:——
“W ” P -L .
On reading a (surely!) misreported insufficiency called “The Fleet.”
You—you!—we do not fail to understand—
You, Laureate, are not England’s all in all;
On you is poured the laughter of the land
For your wild Jingo call;
Although you once were great.
——:o:——
T .
(On his reported Lunacy.)
You—you—if you have failed to understand
That England thought you knew the poet’s trick,
On you now comes the laughter of the land
For that mysterious kick
Which falls too late—too late.
——:o:——
T T .
I.
T F !
Companion Poem to “The Fleet.” A Rejoinder.
You—you—if you have failed to understand
How ships are built on paper at Whitehall,
Have picked up from the Pall Mall, second-hand,
Facts which but after all
Make circulation great.
——:o:——
O F .
You—you—if you have read the silly rhymes
About our Fleet just published in the Times—
Should raise your hands and righteously exclaim:
“If this be poetry,
What the de’il is fame?”
——:o:——
“I am informed by a perfectly unreliable correspondent that the
following poem—evidently composed by a dynamiter who reads his Times
and his Tennyson attentively—was picked up in Mr. Swainson’s room at the
Admiralty after the recent explosion.”
You—you—if you have failed to understand
The lesson taught by previous blow-ups,
Learn that on you the weight of Rossa’s hand—
When he’s not in his cups—
Still falls, despotic State!
[This poem is founded upon two erroneous assumptions, namely that the
explosion at the Admiralty was caused by dynamite, and that it was of
Fenian origin. Colonel Majendie has expressed his confident opinion that
the explosion was caused by the firing of about 12-lbs. of gunpowder
enclosed in a metal pot; and the personal unpopularity of the unfortunate
Mr. Swainson is considered a far more likely cause for the outrage, than any
political motive.]
——:o:——
The eight following parodies of The Fleet, were published in The Weekly
Dispatch Prize Competition of May 10th, 1885, the First Prize of Two
Guineas was awarded to Mrs. Emily Lawrence, for the following:—
Whew! whew! if you are hailed the master-hand—
The Laureate of England over all—
On you will come the laugh of all the land
If you to bathos fall,
Who erst did things so great.