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Colonel Long and Delgado

Floyd Harrison Long, Jr. (May 21, 1915 - February 16, 2003), was an assistant professor of business and, later, the executive dean of the Delgado Community College West Bank campus. A native of Winnfield, the seat of Winn Parish in north Louisiana, Long was an older brother of Gillis William Long, a U.S. Representative who made two hard-fought Democratic primary campaigns for governor in 1963 and 1971.

A United States Army colonel in both World War II and the Korean War, Floyd Long recalled that his father sent him to college with $25 and told him, "That's all I have; do the best you can with it". He nevertheless managed in 1936 to obtain a bachelor of science degree in accounting from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. Two years later, he received a master of science in marketing and business management from LSU. In 1948, he obtained a Master of Business Administration from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia.

Floyd Long was active in the Southeastern Conference of Junior and Community Colleges through which he lobbied for the interests of Delgado Community College. He was also affiliated with the Chamber of Commerce, Masonic lodge, Toastmasters International, and Rotary International. In 1998, he and Mrs. Long moved to Little Rock. Long is interred at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia.

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