The Vinton record. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1866-1891, 1867-11-07
A Game Man.

criterion by which a man i
measured; with the Democrey
OF America it makes but litt!'
difference whether the founda
tions of a fortune are laid OF
hoop skirts, sewing machines
penny evening papers, thu
sales of tea, OF chickens III
Fulton Market. The dollar,
are what count, and the world
upon this side of the Atlantic
at least, never stops to inquire
about he rest. A man ma,
make a fortune on Wall street
banking or specializing il
stocks, and he. is received int
good society, just as respecta
bic and respected as the besj
of them-and why shouldn't
he be? Banking is honorable
so is .railroading, or selling
chickens in Fulton Market.
1t is true that in New York
fortunes are often made in a
very strange manner, There
are several wealthy organ
grinders in town, and it would
almost puzzle a stranger to
count the magnificent hotels
which have been built on
Broadway out of the proceeds
of pills and patent medicines
Let us study for a moment the
philosophy Of the lives Of those
who haye been successful in
business. All men do not
jump into a fortune at once,
making ten strike the first
time. This may sometimes be
done Oh Wall street, but
among a majority Of mankind
riches are accumulated by a
slow and sure process; by at.
tending steadily and carefully
to ones business; by avoiding
eXcitements and risks and by
not being above working with
ones own hard. 1t is a we'll
known fact that many of our
wealthiest citizens are among
our hardest workers. Like the
restof mankind, they only get
their board and clothes. for
this is, if you consider for a
moment, all that a man is ca,
pable of digesting.
a retail store on Bowling
Green would not pay its eX-
penses, neither would a butter
stand n the interior of some
Vermont village. To do a sue
cessful business one must be
located where there are peo-
pie to do it with, and he must
deal in something which the
want. 1t is doubtful
if a man ever made q fortune
selling telescopes or century
plants. One Of the places in
this city where the people, en-
surge and tide through,
is Fulton market, and in the
midst Of that labyrinthlan
maze of stalls, stands and ia.
bles, the famous Mr.. A, Rob
bins keeps a chicken stall. 1t
is a very easy matter to find
his place Of business-direct
your steps towards the center
Of the market, stumbling over
a mass Of funsavory pickle tubs,
pass by a sound as of scraping
lripe, mediate between long
rows OF fresh slaughtered sheep
and calves, turn a corner by
some golden cheese as large as
the new moon, smell the aroma
Of the country and the spring
time in the rolls Of yellow but
at your left hand, and the mo-
ment any good game comes
in sight, ask for Mr.. Robbins,
and although he deals in rob
ins, yet out Of pity, or for some
other reason, he calls them
pigeons.
Mr.. Robbins is a much
younger Nottingham than one
to find, when he has
been told that he has made a
couple million Of dollars sci.
ling chickens. He is the ia,
nous chicken millionaire, and
although so very rich he at
tends to his own business. He
has been in the poultry busi-
ness thirty-fite years, thirty
one of which have been be-
meath the leaky root of Fulton
Market. His stall is not a
large one, yet he sells upon an
average two thousand chick
ems a day the year through,
which would equal seven hun
dred and thirty thousand a
year. His business amounts to
several hundred thousand dol
lars a year. There is a very
cosy little office in one corner.
of his stall, ornamented with
full lenght portraits of some of
the wild game III which he
deals, which O literally is not
large enough to swing a cat
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