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
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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.
And Kit understood then that the
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whole visit was a plant, with his
mother an accomplice.
He listened patiently while Uncle
i Jeff outlined his proposition, which
Klise had already indicated correctly.
Uncle Jeff was as ruddy of hue as
ever, but grayer as to hair, and
slower in his movements. He was
very kind. _
"Tou think it over,” he ended.
"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
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III.
Meanwhile colleke absorbed him
Junior year led on to fresh woods and
pastures new, abounding in ease and
freedom. His attentions to Jack bore
fruit; Jack made the Lit. board and
a fraternity; in a small way, he ar
rived With all humility Kit knew
that this success was his work, and
felt the joy of effectiveness.
[T i lie Continued Tomorrow.)
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