The Sunday Oregonian., August 22, 1909, SECTION SIX, Page 5, Image 59

THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, AUGUST 15, 1909.
To Editor Oregonian, who keep his eye on a very high elevator.
Dearest Sir:
At the time of this letter Hon. Tariff are where it is: and
I am glad to leave it there, thank you. Cousin Nogi say it got
a Joker Inside of it. I am not surprised to this. Americans
is always doing something witty. Insurgents has quit doing so
in Washington and began acting cross in Spain where they got
a better chance to win. Present crisis of Tariff have now ar
rived to a loud crash, because Hon. Taft have made a great
diplomatick strike he have settled everything with such de
licious smoothness that everybody feel quite dissatisfied, thanks.
Nothing have happened to Japan this week, except Uncle
Nichl have determined to elope back to there as soon as can do.
"Why you wish sneek off from America when most you
might be needed?" I repose.
Because-so," report Nichi. "I arrived here expecting to get
civilized. Now that I am. I do not wish to.be. Many persons
told me I shall get rich by America; but I neglect to do so."
"People what tell you that are Hon. Bunco-man," I resort.
"What are a Bunco-man?" require Nlchl.
' A Bunco-man," I compose, "are a person that look after
your welfare & take your carfare."
"Are Hon. Sen. Aldrlch such?" snuggest Nichi.
I refuse to answer because I can't.
"If America was a good kingdom," is further from him,
everybody would be happy; nobody wouldn't complain."
"Some persons is most happy when complaining,'.' are snap
back from me.
J"T read in lady-page," say Uncle, "a artickle by Hon. Ella
Wilier Wheelbox. She-say "Crime do not pay! How so? Mt
It do not pay, why are so many brite folks in the business? Hon.
Bunco-man is met everywheres obtaining money by merely acting
like he deserved it. I know because I seen him."
"Did you met such man?" I require nervusly.
"O surely, done," say he for weeps, "and I hope to arrive
back to dearie Japan before more of. Last evening-time I go
forth with cigar .to see America. I take short stride & notice
this remarkable 'kingdom going by in ottomobiles, etc. Such
toply & upright bilding to look at! Ah, them skyscrapes is very
lofty cottages', I count such rows of windows going uply to
heaven! By pain in neck I am able to see top of. With careful
fingers I count 12 & 14 stories skyward from basement. I am (
beswitched. Hon. Tourist looking 1st time to Fujiyama might
get hit with awes the way I done.
"Of suddenly I hear voice at elbow which donate as fol
lowing: " -It might stretch, perhapsly.'
"T stand around and there I seen a entirely American Jap
anese who appear with educated clothes of racetrack appear
ance. -
" 'What might stretch, perhapsly? I require. 'Might them
bildings make such a stretches?'
BY tf-H! WUfrA xT00O ( WALLACE
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DO CRIME PAY?
' 'Tour neck might,' say Hon. Stranger, who were a Japanese
Count, because he confess it.
"I am thankful for acquaintance of such nice friend. It are
considered Christian to. have friends. What say Hon. Rob Ste
venson, famous noveller, about it? He-say, 'It takes a Friend
to catch a Friend.' So I am very polite to this Hon. Count who
promise to show me everything in America.
; "Soonly we go enjoy beer-ceremony at convenient places. He
explain to me he was a Japanese patriot who would of been
killed at Port Arthur only he were too busy in Oakland to get
away. (I pay for hon. beer.) He announce something about fond
affection & say he were a relative of mine by photography of his
mother. (I next again pay for hon. beer because he was talk
ing nicely.) He tell me about Gen. Prince Oyama who is his
cousin. (Soonly I pay for more hon. beer & he permit it with
aristocrat'ick expression.) When this was all sipped away he
make glow of kindness from ears and say me, 'Remain standing
stationary here while I go purchase you a barrel of expensive
cigars.' I .do so, thank you, for 2 hour-time. Then Hon. Salooner
com along' with sour eyebrows to lock up bar for lateness, so I
am put outside with cat. While I am still awaiting that faithful
Friend, I touch fingers to pockets of kimono O My! How con
siderable flat I did become while talking to that Hon. Count!
I was completely lost from following articles of pocket:
"la purse-book of value, 25c, but deduct for 2 year wearing.
."2 $3.80 absolute wealth.
3 Ticket to Sauealito & get-back.
4 Gilt watch of Yeddo manufacture which might keep time
if somebody could fix it.
"5 Japanese manicure tool-box. -
"6,Antique Japanese cut-knife, almost new.
"Jarred by such a lightness of kimono I make race-step to
corner of streets where there I find one Hon. Police enjoying
fatigue.
" 1 wish to report it,' I say for hysteria. 1 have met a Jap
anese Count.' , . '
"How fortunate you are to have escaped with your hat!' say
Hon. Cop with yawn of face.
" 'He have retained everything else,' 1 collapse, 'but maybe-so
he will return. , '
'"Maybe-so he will not.' say Hon. Police, I am familiar '
with that Hon. Jap Count by his picture which are in the Roguish
Gallery.' , '
"Ah so!' I commute. 'Then maybe-so you know name of
him.' "
" 'Bunco-nan,' say he.
" "Should you saw that Hon. Bunco-ma,n to arrest him. please
told him to wind my gilt watch reverently each morning, because
it are sensitive about neglect,'
'I will attend to your sorrow by-reporting it, say Hon. Police
& took up Ms slumber where it was."
Mr. Editor, I cant not hope to cure my Uncle Nichi of his
straw-seedhess before he go. He nave been a jay Japanese too
many generations to get over it. When a person of soft mind
goes out to see America he are supposed to keep elbows on his
gilt watch & not to look uply with mouth at that skyscrapes.
What-say Hon. Bacon who wrote Shakespeare? He-say, "My soul,
look up?" But what-say Hon. Police? He-say, "My sakes, look
out!" Both are good ways to know.
Me & Cousin Nogl & Sydney Katsu, Jr., chaperoned Uncle
Nichi down to Nippin Maru steamboat this A. M. Uncle were
carrying a fashionable new suit-satchel with label marked:
: "HASHIMURA NICHI. HANDLE GENTLY"
And yet I am not sure he will.
Uncle say when he arrive back at Yeddo he will stop off
working forever & start a hotel. He got a slight farm-house by
publick road in Japan where cash-wealthy Japanese oftenly make
pass-by in American ottomobiles. Here Uncle Nichi shall start
that hotel. .
"I got very nice name for such a hotel," say Sydney. "Call
it' Beautiful Lily-Flower Inn."
"Shall not!" say Nichi.
"Call it Royal Nippin Arms," are voice from me.
. "Not to do!" revoke Nichl.
"Call it Tavern of Noble Samurai," delay Nogi.
"Neither that!" snib Uncle.
"Then what you call it?" are chorus by us.
"I shall call it Wheelmen's Rest," corrode this Jay ancestor
of me. :
"But that would be very Jow-down name for high-up Japanese
hotel of refinement," I say shockly.
"This shall not be no Japanese Hotel," report him. "This shall
be a German beer garden. There are too many Japanese hotels
already in Japan."
So we say farebye to Uncle Nichi. Steamhoat make toot-away
and 'us Japanese Schoolboys stand alonesome on peer. Slight
twinges for me. I shall feel .homesick so far from' Uncle Nichi's
tiresome voice.
How happy Nichi! to reside forever in a 2-room house of hat
box appearance to include tea-drunk, rice-cake, geisha girl & 7
storks in the back yard. Such houses is not sublime like Amer
ican skyscrapes; yet can not brains be lofty and thoughts be tall
in a hilt of low-brow construction? I ask to know.
So I remit following trickling song about a 72-story skyscrape
cottage what will soonly be construpted in N. Y.:
JAPANESE POEM ABOUT SOME MYTHOLOGY WHAT
' HAVE NOT YET HAPPANED
Once upon a future time
A Lady Angel
Were practicing with wings
In altitudes.
She was soring around Perly Gate "
With, smoothnesa of roller skate,
Bouncing from clouds to clouds
When of suddenly 1
She stub her toe
On something
And almost fall into Brooklyn.
0 surprise! ! !
It were a flag-pole
On a dome
On a stove-pipe-shaped cottage
Of 100,000 stories height.
"My sakes!" say Angel with language,
"What in heaven Is here?"
She drop-wing .
( To top window . '
And there see sign,
GREAT AMERICAN
PORK CANNING CO.
She peek-so to window
And there see Fat Gentleman
Telephoning to Washington
On subjick of Hogs.
Also Bhe see 2 4 blondes
Employed for bookkeeping & stenography.
Also a Office Boy
And. a Confidential secretary with slope on his brow
"How on Earth did this get into Heaven?"
Require Angel to self.
So she listen.
Hon. Fat Gentleman
Was saying to telefone,
"My dear Senator,
If you will give us a Lift
1 will put you on the Ground Floor.'
Hon. Office Boy was saying to Hon. Sec,
"Things looks very black
For Hon. Jack Jonson."
Hon. Stenography was saying to Hon. Bookkeer.
"Artificial puffs
Will soon be lees so.
Hon. Lady Angel set awhile
Balanced by wing
- Just below Eves of skyscrape.
Then she do fly-away
Dropping dimond tear-drop for sorrow.
"We shall soonly be moving higher," she-say,
"To get away from the Slums."
Hoping you are the same.
Yours truly,
HASHIMURA TOGO.
(Copyright, 1909, by P. F. Collier & Son.)
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ARR.Y." said the Hotel Clerk to
the House Detective of the -St.
Reckless, "did you ever stay at
abandoned farm?"
-Did T ever which?" "aid the House
Tetective. puzzled.
"Ever stay at an abandoned farm?"
repeated the Hotel Clerk.
-1 did not." said the House Detective
with firmness, "nor In a haunted house,
nor In a graveyard after 12 oYloek at
night, nor a city morgue. And wofa
more. I never will."
"Well.- said the Hotel Clerk, -'every
man to his own taste. I have. But
I'm not saying that I expect to make a
regular habit of It. I can take an
abandoned farm or I can leave It alone."
tr didn't know you'd gone Into the
business of collectln' farms," said the
House Detective. "Specially abandoned
farms."
"Tour Ignorance surprises me," said
the Hotel Clerk. "Don't you know Ifs
the proper thing for everybody of class
to buy an abandoned farm somewhere
up In the abandoned farm belt or rew
England and convert It Into -a UtUe
paradise on earth? Well. It is. It s the
proper thing for every ctty-ralsed man
with as much as eleven dollars in the
bank to go to Southburyport. or some
where, and be an abandoned farmer.
"But really. 1 don't think I'm intend
ed by nature for the role of a New Eng
land rustic I've noticed that on the
stage all of them go around with straws
in their mouths And say Tty Heck' and
I vum." Personally, I have a line' of
cuss words that appeal to me more than
those deodorized brands, and I wouldn't
give a cent to hold a straw in my mouth
unless It connected with a mint Julep
or a gin rickey. So I never thought
I'd care to be a New England farmer,
abandoned or otherwise. It was my
friend Watklns that led me Into it.
Watklns Is Just a plain, ordinary
man. stock pattern, size IS, with a vege
tarian under Jaw and the eye of a
breakfast food eater. By the time he
makes up his mtnd to the necessity of
doing a thing the necessity of doing It has
passed, which Is one of the advantages of
Fleteherizing your thoughts.
"But his wife. Mrs. Watklns, is dif
ferent. She says Ifs temperament that
makes her apt that way: but If a dog
behaved In the same manner you'd have
him gone over for fleas. And optimistic?
--Larry. If that woman found a chance
In a turkey raffle on the street she'd have
the whole turkey dinner planned out. In
cluding the kind of stuffing sTie was go
ing to fill the bird with, before she got
Some.
"It seems Mrs. Watkins got to reading
ibout what delightful bargains you oould
Bnd up among abandoned farms and how
inyone by the expenditure of M 35 could
turn one of fhese quaint old homesteads
into a delightful Summer cottage with a
sell and a well bucket and an
orchard and a barnyard full of lowing
lowl and cackling klne and all the rest
f good old 81 Whitcomb's favorite fam
ily prescription. The picture only
oeeded a mortgage on the place and a
rasping squire and the visiting scoundrel
with his slick city vest and his striped
ways to be the first act of Shore Acres.
That description won Mrs. Watklns. Al
ways having lived In a city, she felt
that she was born for a life on the farm
lust as well as all parties raised on a
farm think they ought to be In the city.
Fo she announced to Watkins that In
stead of wasting all their money and
being bored to death spending the month
of August at a Summer hotel they'd Just
gn up into New Hampshire or Vermont
and' pick out a highly desirable aband
oned farm that had all the modern con
veniences and was marked down K.fln to
JT.lo. So Watklns asked me to o with
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hfm. and I. being one of those weak per
sons that can always think 'No' at the
right time, but' never say it why, I went
along' to give them the benefit of my ad
vice. I ought to know a lot about farms,
anyhow I have an uncle In Missouri who
live on one. Or, at any rate, he thinks
he does. Once a year he goes to the St.
Joe fair, and on 8undays he wears
celluloid collar and drives nine mJlea to
church In an Old Hickory wagon. I guess
he doesn't live he only thinks so.
"Anyway, I went along with them. Mrs.
Watklns ran the expedition, following
her pleasing custom. The second day
afr she enters Heaven she'll take charge
of the Golden Gates andPeter will go
on the waiting list for the Janitor's Job.
She had the route all mapped and the
Ideal abandoned farm located and prop
erly staked out. so all we had to do was
to take the trail and go there.
"We fook the Flyer. The other trains
stop at all the. stations, but the Flyer
doesn't stop at one very small one, so
that makes It a Flyer. As It happened,
the only station where the Flyer doesn't
stop is the one where we wanted to get
off. so we went on to the next station and
rode back in a farm wagon. . The gent
who'd Interested Mrs. Watklns In the
abandoned farms told her this one was
within easy walking distance of the sta
tion, and so it was for Old Man Weston
or that other pedestrian friend of ours,
the wandering Jew. We tried walking it,
but after we'd walked about as far as
from here to Dayton, Ohio, over a road
that had been laid out originally by a
cow, but not used much since by her ur
anyone else, we hired one of those rigs
called a Democrat, so-called, I suppose,
because It's a thing that's getting rarer
all the time, and we drove up to Mrs.
Watkln'a little paradise on earth in duo
state.
"As soon as I took one look at the way
the gables sagged down I knew why the
former proprietor had abandoned It the
thought that some night a storm might
come up and he'd wake up to find he was
holding a shingle roof in his lap with a
lot of rafters pressing down on his. fore
head had borne upon his mind so that
he'd moved off the place. But Mrs. Wat
klns was all raptures over It, and Wat
kins. poor creature that he is. caught
the fever from her. She said she-d bet
anything there was a grandfather's clock
behind the hall door, all ready to start
ticking. But the only thing we found
belonging to a grandfather was a pair of
vetjaran overalls, and they weren't tick
ing elthtr. being corduroy, and having
evidently been retired from duty many
years before on account of serious dis
abilities sustained in active service. The
parlor looked like a place where you
could never feel at home unless you were
sitting up with a corpse there, and the
bedrooms had an aroma about them that
suggested a woodpecker's nest. But Wat
kins was going around, busy as a clown
dog. and burbling with happy anticipa
tions. He sat down on the wreckage of
a chair, and It crumbled under him. and
he picked himself up with Joy written
all over his Infatuated map, and he says
to me:
" This will be a (ia nlace for week
end parties." he says. 'Yes,' T says, 'but
a poor one for week-end baths. The
only thing." I says, 'in the shape of a
bathtub around this establishment,' I
says, "is a crackea soapdish and what
It makes up in shape," I says, 'It lacks
In size.' I says. 'Any time," I says, that I
should unoertake to crowd my person
into a china soapdish and take a bath," I
says, "I have a feeling that I would lop
over the edges,' I says, 'in a way to re
mind me of a large batch of yeast In a
small crock."
" 'And I'm quite sure that that old side
board is genuine Chippendale,' puts In
Mrs. Watklns, twittering with Joy like
a canary.
" 'I'll take oath that the plumbing is
genuine Mohawk Indian," I says. T guess
I must be lacking in romance and poetry."
I sayD, 'but I wouldn't give one set of
hof and cold water fi nitres for all the old
oaken buckets that ever hung in a well.'
I says. "Hanging's none too good for
them.' I says.
"Vfell. we stood K a week."
"Some weeks are longer than others,
Larry. There are some weeks that are
only a week long, while others last for
several years, and your hair turns white
before Sunday comes. 'This week that
we spent at the abandoned farmhouse
was one of those long weeks. At the end
of an eternity eternity began on a Mon
day morning and lasted until Saturday
night, as I recall the Watklnses decided
that they wouldn't care to put In their
declining days on an abandoned farm,
spending the Summer evenings listening
to the remarks of the katydids, which e-
marks, while entertaining the first few
million times you hear them, lack variety
and grow monotonous in time, and spend
ing the Fall evenings feeding firewood
into a drum stove that would be roar
ing like a Hon, and trying to climb up
the chimney one minute, and the next
minute would be settled hack on its
haunches, as cold as a wedge, and spend
ing the Winter evenings freezing to
death, and spending the Spring evenings
praying for a thaw. Anyway, I found
out some things about the climate and
the agricultural conditions of that part
of New England that were not. exactly
enthusing. From what I could gather
the principal products of the soil were
hay In the Summer, nasal catarrh In the
Winter. Summer boarders six weeks a
year and slelghriding all the rest of the
time.
"So we did a little abandoning ourselves
and moved on to a quaint, old-fashioned
fishing village that Mrs. Watklns had
been reading up on In a truthful little
booklet put out by the traveling pas
senger agent of a Vermont railroad. The
original Vermontera certainly were a
frugal people. They were even saving
with the names of their towns. They
figured it out. I suppose, that there
wasn't any telling when all the names
would give out and 'they'd have to begin
using numbers. So they called one town
Rubenham and another Rubenham Center
and another South Rubenham and an
other North Rubenham and another
Sou'-by-Sou'east Rubenham and so on
until the landscape was dotted with Ru
benhams so they ran together on the
map and gave it a coagulated appear
ance. We drew South Rubenham for
ours. It was a lovely little hamlet popu
lated by a sturdy race who derived their
livelihood from fish and boarders and
fed the boarders anything that the'fish
wouldn't accept' as bait. If the fish
hadn't been more exclusive In their diet
than the hoarders were, the boapders
would starve to death. But the sunsets
were grand. Honest, Larry. I don't be
lieve even David Belasco would have
tried to improve, on one of those sunsets.
But while you were giving your eyes a
treat at sunset a dead fish or a dying
boarder would float up near you and
make it an even break. And you couldn't
get a daily paper until it had become
a weekly and the only reading matter
I could find at the house where we
stopped was a large brown book on the
diseases of the horse and a copy of the
"Confessions of Wesley K. Bass, the Bo
Drunkard of Rutland." And there were
some lovely walks in the woods, only the
woods were thickly settled by skeeters
and rattlesnakes, that probably, got
along well together because they had
the same mutual dislike for city stran
gers. "We stood that tiiree days and then we
moved across the lake to a Summer ho
tel that was Just the sajno as every other
Summer hotel in the known world. Tt.
had a lovers' leap, where an Indian mai
den mourned 30 years for her lover, who
came not, he being deoeawd, and then
cast herself nearly 11 feet, down the prec
ipice, and a Saddle Rock Mountain and
a Devil's Punchbowl, and a Pulpit Rock,
that looked just as much like a pulpit,
as It didn't look like one, and a livery
stable with a schedule of prices that
would have made Captain Kidd sorry he
ever went to sa when he might have
stayed at home and driven the ha-k to
the depot.
"And so. because T never could stand
the sight of suffering. I left the Wat
klnses there, in the company of other
victim p. and stole back to the false and
feverish city.
"Larry, let us now promenade to the
bar and drink one toast to the False
and Feverish City long may It wave:''
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tors, where the great financing and the
business direction -of his undertakings
are carried on, you'd see him with a tele
phone within hand's reach, and probably
communicating with factories or offices
hundreds -of miles away. His table Is
covered with well-arranged reports, upon
each one of which he can Instantly put.
his hand. Sometimes he leans with both
arms upon the table, and talks with al
most hesitating utterance, for he thinks
more rapidly than he can articulate his
thought. He is one of the rare combina
tions of great Inventive and great busi
ness or financial capacity.
On the other hand, the other great
force in the world of electric invention
and manufacture, Charles A. Coffin,
president of the General Electric Com
pany, unlike Mr. Westinghouse. is not an
Inventor. But It may be said of him.
as of E. H. darrlman, that he Is a human
dynamo. - There is no electric apparatus
manufactured In his works that begins
to express or utilize the energy which is
contained in his own body, and which
enables him to carry on, apparently with
perfect ease, the enormous business done
by him. And yet it Is almost impossible
to picture, except In this vague way.
Mr. Coffin as he does his work.
J. Ogden Armor and John Claflln, who
are two of the greatest of America mer
chants, did not have to do what their
fathers were compelled to do. Each had
an organization ready at hand when he
took the helm. It Is one thing to find an
organization and another thng to make it.
Tet it takes the highest kind of business
ability to ran an organization, especially
if It be perfectly made.
Mr. Armour is one of those men who
have learned to work without seeming to
work very hard. There isn't a busier man
In Chicago than he: yet he has his or
ganization under such perfect control that
when he goes to his desk in the morning,
not quite so early as his father used to
do. he picks up the various reports that
are brought to him, scans them quickly,
and gives his orders promptly. Just ex
actly as if he were the master engineer
with a huge machine at the control of
his touch upon the lever.
Occasionally, during the day Mr. Ar
mour strolls out to attend a directors'
meeting, and as frequently as possible is
present at the meetings of the directors
of the Union Pacific Railroad. As a di
rector of that railroad he is in a position
to know how many carloads of beef cat
tle are being shipped and where they are
going, although he can find that out from
his own agents, hut perhaps not quite
so quickly as if he had nothing to do with
the great railway system except to pay
enormous freight charges for the trans
portation of beef cattle and his products
to the various markets.
On the other hand. John Claflln sticks
about as closely to his desk as any hank
clerk who bends from 9 in the morning
until 4 in the afternoon over his ledgers.
The Instant he arrives at his office he
receives various reports, and he has a
wonderful capacity for going through and
absorbing them, so that he is able to tell
each day not only what his business In
Ne-w York Is but what general business is
all over the country.
His subordinates bring him telegrams
or well-assorted mail and he scans them
while he Is chatting at his desk with
some friend or business caller. Very
likely the communications have come
from as far away as Texas or one of the
Northwestern states or Florida. He re
ceives them very much as the weather
man at Washington receives his. reports
from all over the country; and just as
the weather reports enable weather pre
dictions to be made, so when he has had
all these reports before his eyes Mr.
Claflln knows not only what general trade
In the United States Is for any one day.
but what Its prospects are for the next
day or the next month.
Pay's Work of'the Big Steel Men.
Since Henry Clay Frick became a finan
cier as well as a manufacturer he has
not confined himself so closely to his desk
as he did when he was showing the world
how to get control of the greater part of
the coke business of the United States.
He drops in at his office in the mid-forenoon,
chats with his lifelong associate,
Mr. Shoonmaker, for a few moments, and
then passes Into the Inner office, where
only a favored few see him.
By and by he comes out. and a moment
or two later crosses Broadway, perhaps
on his way to the offices of the United
States Steel Corporation. Sometimes at
the noon hour he goes with firm, rapid,
step down Wall street, dropping in at his
favorite bank to exchange .a-few words
with Its president, Frank A. Vanderlip,
and then on his return he is very apt to
pass into that Inner room where E. H.
Harriman Is seated when he attends to
business. In these days Mr. Frick is busy
planning. His lieutenants do most of the
executing for him.
Judge 33. H. Gary, as chairman of the
Executive Board of the United States
Steel Corporation, Is as different in his
business attitude and manner from the
president of the corporation, W. Fi.
Corey, as It is possible for two men to be.
At his desk in business hours Mr. Corey-
is as near a human idle as a man can
he: Hut away from his office he adopts
an entirely different manner. On the
other hand. Judge Gary is as much a
politician In the office as he used to be
before he gave up law and politics for
business.
You should see him preside at a meet
ing of the United States Steel Corporation
hoard; he whirls through a report as rap
idly as an aucteinnoer appraises his
wares. He almost mumbles his words. II
may be a report involving millions. Judge
Gary will say: "Gentlemen, report so-and-so
ni m m m m m. Are there any
remarks? The chair hears none. 1 put
the question. All those In fflvor say aye;
those opposed say no. The ayes have It."
But Judge Gary knows what the opin
ion of every director Is, for he has al
ready talked the matter over In private
with them. Ho works so leisurely that
he seems to have what the Spanish call
''good flni?ers for the piano." and it some
times seems to the directors as if In his
business he was actually playing a tune,
so perfect is the harmony of his move
menus. But it Is observed that he has his
thinlving cap on ail the time.
ChaEjos M. Schwab bustles around h'R
office as an example of a big man who
oannot keep still, lie Infuses energy and
alertness into ail those who aro near him,
and It is said of him that he can ditate
more letters and with greater rapidity
than any of the other great corporation
leaders.
(Copyricht. 1M, by E. J. Edwards.)
Woman.
Chloago News.
Untamed and forever the tameless.
The frail jet forever the free.
L'nwhamed and forever the shame'ees.
The top of creation Is she.
All .dvllizatlons have paeaed hmr
"And left her barbarian still.
An 1 the man who had dreamed he is master
la simply the slave of her will.
Khe simpers and glances demurely.
And look like a saint, a ehe goe:
As ewect as a .lily, yet surely
She's leadlllK gome man by the nse.
Fr hers are the primeval resources
Of strong, unrogenerate eensa;
Duplicity marshal her fnrcea
And art la hr subtle defense.
Oh. man, you may marvel and wonder.
May reason and arrue and fret:
Oh. man, you may bluster and blunder
You never have conquered her et!
Tou lecture and tutor and teach her.
But still ehe is ever the same.
The free, irresponsible creature
That nothing can fetter or lame.
An expedition left I.landudn". TVfanwy an't
Tenmaenmawr with the object of tracing. i
possible, the submerged palare of Uys Hellg.
a Welsh chieftain o th sixth cxntury.