I, THE KING By WAYL4ND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright. 1924.) (Continu'd from Y*st«'d»j.) "Isn’t efficiency a good thing to learn?” "A man." said JacJf with scorn, "who puts his laundry away the min ute it comes home has all the effi ciency it’s healthy for him to have at twenty. His mind should be on high er things." "A man," retorted Kit, “who leaves Ills laundry lying round his bedroom 1111 he’s ready to wear it, and actually sleeps under It because he’s too lazy to take it off the bed. is a menace to society, and should be legally estopped.—Look here, what’s college for, if not to teach us how to do things?" "That,” said Jack, blowing a cloud of cigaret smoke at the ceiling, "is what might be called the Aristotelian view of college. Well, it turns out t good husiness men. And if this coun try didn't produce its business men it wouldn't produce a single first-class thing of Its kind." "Oh, my poor country! . . . T take It you're—what's the opposite of Aris totelian?” "A Platonist? I am. I think the main mission of college is to show us what to do. The how can wait. Lord, how can you devise a method of deal ing with life until you’ve established your attitude toward it?” Kit sighed. "Something in that. I suppose you're right; I could be rea sonably certain of doing almost any thing methodically and neatly. As for the what, I can’t say. I’ve thought of the law. Lately I've been thinking of newspaper work. And . . .” "Well? Go on. What’s 'and'? . . . Good heavens, you’re not thinking of Christian endeavor?" "Teaching, I was going to say." Jack laughed. "It would be like you to think of teaching before you'd de cided what to teach, or began to learn. —What made you think of teaching?" Kit paused, grinning. "Its nobility.’’ "If you're out for nobility, what about the Church?" "It's just a bit too noble, I suspect. A few hundred years ago I suppose I would have chosen that. Now—I don't know. The churches go in for being so alive and up-to-date. You . hear so much about ‘moral purpose’ and ‘practical Christianity' and ‘re ligious education.’ It’s all right. I suppose. . . , No, I shan t be a par son." , . "You’ll be that noblest work of God, an American business man." said Jack, flinging his cigaret stub into the fireplace. "All this. I suppose. Is just the Weltschmerz of adolescence. _Well, go ahead. There are worse things." II. Jack was not much concerned, be lieving that this was Kit’s probable destinv. But he was wrong; even at this time Kit had no idea of enter ing Business. He had read "The Re search Magnificent." which came out about this time, and had been pro foundly impressed by it There was something, something to do whuti harl never been done; to fail in wnicn was better than succeeding in other f-- ~ ~ * New York --Day by Day By O. «. MclNTV'i:. New York. Oct. -0. -There are a dozen street mayors j i X York. All gave two are Jews Tie locality mayor Is typical of Ne*\ York and Is emblematic of th ml of tbe East Side where the mreign born rather enjoy Idolizing a celebrity. Papa Burger is Mayor of Avenue D. other are Frank Post il of Avenue B.; Morris Eisensiine of First avenue; Abe Fagln of Huntei VlWnt. Joe Levy of Second avenue also the duke of Essex street; Hughie Masterson of Flight avenue: Stitch McCarthy of Grand street; George McKegny of llarlem. Kaidonick Phillips of pelan* cey street: Edward Rosensteln of Broome and i’nele Nathan Vlodinger of Eldritlge street. The first locality mayor of New York was Patrick Connoly of Poverty ] follow. He was so named by Charlie Eyneh one of the bright reporters of 1 Jana's Sun. They were companions in the old Essex Market court 30 odd years ago. The locatlty mayor is what they rail a "flx-lt•bird" far the neighbor hood. He goes after landlords who do not repair leaky pipes or furnish plenty of steam heat. He helps ten ants who are short in their rent and settles neighborhood quarrels. lie lends money without interest Btid lie patches up domestic quar rels. In return he carries the votes of tiie neighborhood In his vest pocket. Nobody knows exactly just how he makes his money but they have their suspicions. They have plenty of money. The duke of lOssex stieet wears a $500 diamond In his shirt and gave his daughter a *20,000 necklace as a wed ding present. He is said to he worth *500,000 and there is no question about the authenticity of his Rolls Ro.vse, Riverside Drive apartment and Jap valet. The locality mayors battered their way up from obscurity. Most of them were newsboys in the days when to ‘hold a corner” meant prowess with a fist. All tlie world at some time or other drifts through the Waldorf's Peacock Alley. During a half hour's loaf there J saw Irvin Cobb. Irving Berlin. Leo iihubert, Harry Kemp. George Mc Manus, Charles Dana Gibson, Will Irwin and Frank A. Munsey. Padlocking has little effect on Broadway's supper club ambitions. For the next month 10 new clubs are sceduled to open. Decorators are all ready at work on them. They are to le sumptuous places and the new plan Is to admit only those absolutely known to the head waiter to be • right.” New York has been fed up on Russian cellars and Szecho-Slovak roofs and the new note In decoration is toward simplicity. Several head waiters who went to Kurope when their rates were shot out from undei them have been cabled to return and take their stands berlnd the silken ropes. Old customa are not easily thrown off. Kach morning a man leaves his borne with a Jug, shuffles along In ■Uppers to n hydrant near Jefferson market. He fills the jug with water snd returns home. He is a French man who has lived many years In Algiers, where he formed this habit of going to the community well. There is a prize fight authority In New York wljo always sickens at the sight of blood, lie has attended hundreds of fights but whenever the ••slarei” flows he Is nauseated. Il'MpfiShl, H24' things. Something which, he was quite sure, had nothing to do with commercial enterprise. This refusal became articulate the following September when, at his mother's suggestion, he visited his relatives in Dimchurch. He had not been there for several years, and was now for the first time received as a man and an equal. He took long walks through the yellowing country with Elise. Elise had passed forty and become const! tutionally grim, but she could talk, and even had things to talk about. ‘‘You’re really a great business woman," Kit told her on one of these walks. "I didn’t realize you did so much." "Well, it's there to be done. Mother isn't strong enough, and she never did take to it much. Not that I take to it, either, but I can do it, with an effort.” "Why make the effort, if you'd rather do something else?” "I wouldn't.—You must realize that in a position like ours, in a town like this, something is expected of you. And rightly, too. I mean, here's a towm of six thousand inhabitants, and the Works gives a livelihood to about fifteen hundred of them. No other one thing employs a fraction as many. You can call it Industrial feudalism, if you like; there's nothing better found. And at least we’re alive to our responsibility.” “I see," said Kit. interested. “Teil me how you work it out." "In several ways. In the first place, socially. We've got to set a standard —I don't mean snobbishness, but not receiving people who've misbehaved themselves, been remarried after di vorce, and things like that. Then there’s charity. We’ve got to give more than other people, simply be cause we have more. We’ve got to let them see that the money earned by the Works doesn't go into selfish luxury. Then in organization of the charities, and that's what takes the time. And then lastly, In the Works themselves." "Oh. Profit sharing, things like that?" "Dear. no. You should hear Father on Henry Ford—only don’t talk to him about it. We’re afraid of apop lexy.—But there are w'ays within the present system. For instance, Father ordered some new machines last year, and they wouldn't do. It was a pure mistake on his part. They weren’t safe; they were liable to crush the operator's hands when they jammed. Well. Kit, a lot of employers would have hushed It up and paid compen sation if anything happened and gone on using them. Not Father. He or dered new ones. Forty thousand dol lars he's out on that mistake." "Good old Uncle Jeff. People must like him." "They do. And he's pretty liberal about rvages. You know we haven't had a strike here in ten years?" "Really. And business must be booming, with all these war orders?" "Yes, it is. We re putting up a new wing; you must go down and take* a look. Yes. it's as good a propo sition for its size as you can find anvwhere. And . . . Father's getting old." Kit felt his flesh begin to creep. He stared at the road, pushing his hands deep into his pocketp. Elise went on lightly, intent on the land sea pe: He s over mxiy. r,i couiw must expect him to fail. The inch dent of the machines shows that. Oh, he can go on for another ten years. But who's to take it up after that? It's a thousand pities l wasn't a boy. _What are you thinking of doing after college. Kit?" Kit shook his head. “Nothing do Ing. I'm afraid. Elise. Manufactur ing's not my line." "How can you tell, till you ve tried? Why. any one of average intelligence r an make it his line. Especially with in ideal—family, and responsibility, and that sort of thing." "You mean, T belong here, really. I sec your point. But—” “Of course. I'm saying nothing of the attractiveness of the thing, from I financial point of view. Mother and I would have the house, and enough to live on in it comfortably, but the controlling interest in the Works would go to you." “Gee, that's handsome enough. But—" . But of course the main thing ror vou would he keeping up the old Newell tradition here That does ap peal to you, doesn't It?" Kit wondered if Elise were acting as plenipotentiary for her father. 'Yes. Elise. but the personal element counts. I've been brought up away from here, with other Ideas and tra ditions. Very likely I'd let the whole thing down In no time. And then. I haven't got a business head. I've n > desire to connect myself with a moneymaking concern. The res something else 1 want to do I can ( tell you what. But it's there." "You must talk with Father, fin ished Elise, undiscouraged. "He'll put it a great deal better than T have. 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"Keep It in your head, not as a thing you’ve got to do. or ought to do, but as a thing you can do. A lot of young fellows, you know, go to college and get their heads full of art and litera ture and forget for a while that the good Lord intended them for business men. They come back to the idea. and the art and literature don't do any harm. . . . Only don't close your mind for pood, that's all.” So he was a child to them still, be ing permitted to have his fling of in teilectual wild oats. Were they per haps right? “No,” he decided, slowly and carefully, ‘ I've no interest In making things. I’ve no Interest In industrial affairs I'm a child about money. I haven't Rot the business flair. Moreover. I don't feel called upon to jack up the manners and morals of the excellent people of Dim church. The think simply can't be. III. Meanwhile colleke absorbed him Junior year led on to fresh woods and pastures new, abounding in ease and freedom. 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