The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-08-17

MS oeSh lie was Snlitlng and rubbing
his hands with pleasure. He turned
and called his secretary. 1T looks as
if my friends remember me. doesn't
lt?' said he. nodding toward pile of
kilograms. Nice thing. indeed. A
youngster like me coming dewn with
the best intentions for hard days
work, only to be reminded that Russell
sage is Sc years old Why, he's not
out of his teens yet
Despite the fact that the bulky pile
of yellow slips was increased greatIyz
by further messages before noon, Mr.
Sage had time to give close attention
TO the stock market, and 10 greet many
callers. Indeed, the hundreds of teIe-
grams received from all over the coun-
try. and a few from Europe, only
added zest TO the fun of his birthday,
for. as he said. it gave additional op-
portunfty to him 70 keep his hands
from idleness and mischief. AS if the
venerable uncle of Wall street had ever
tr1tled with time and frivoiity,
Mr.. Sage came TO the city from his
summer home at Lawrence. l.. l. When
he was asked about his birthday he
replied by telling of the beauty of the
trees and the grass at his country
place. He had put his old straw hat
on top OF his desk Swinging round
In his chair, he passed hand over his
Its beautiful in the country now
l like the grass and the trees and the
quiet 1t rained yesterday. but Just
the same Mrs Sage and l drove 10 the
Presbyterian church in Lawrence and
heard the Rev. Miner c. Morgan
preach All, il was a pleasant day all
through 1 feel pang of regret every
morning when L leave home and have
TO face the dusty city. The country is
beautiful, as 1 said I like TO spend
my summers there, and the more l see
of Lawrence the more / like it,
But. Mr.. Sage" interrupted the
listener, this is your birthday"
I thought I'd make you forget
that" was the reply, with hearty
laugh. Its. strange how you news
paper boys keep count of my years
My, it's more worry TO you than IL is
to me. a birthdays nothing. II sim
ply fits one year into another. When
the end comes it's a completed life
Some of my friends asked me if I
were going to celebrate the day by
staying ar home. Not I. ] just came
to work the same as any other day
just the same as ] have been going 70
work for more than seventy years.
Work is play to me. It's more than
mere birthday. I've seen a great many
birthdays. and ! think at my age it's
no excuse for taking a holiday The
youth of today want too many holi-
days.
Mr.. Sage rose from bis chair and
held 3 slip of ticker 1fpsk up ~ the
citic. one eighteen and half he read
to himself. lone eighteen and half,
one eighteen. HUM
The slip WIS dropped carefully into
the high basket. Now. don't begin
TO ask ME to give advice said Mr..
Sage, sinking into his chair again
I've no advice to give to anyone. You
see, I'm getting wise with years. The
only remedy I've got for failure and
discomfort is-werk. That word is
enough for everything. Put your nose
to the grindstone and keep it there
If you work you cannot fail. Work
early and late. Work with your mind.
Combine the work of mind and hands
I Work and success will come without
your looking for it. There. I've gone
advising after ALL
And if one makes a mistake, Mr.
| Sage?-'
Don't make mistakes. If you do
make them stepping stones TO victory
/ When / say work. / do not mean you
] always will do the right thing. No
man who works can help making mis-
! takes. I've made mistakes, and I've
profited by them
On the future Of New York Mr.. Sage
was enthusiastic. He believes New
world in fifty years. Its growth has
/ been that of the United States, rapid
and substantial. he said
/ While touching on the present pros
/ perity of the city. memories of old
/ days were suggested. At this Mr.. Sage
| was siIeHt for a minute. His gaze
wandered out of the window and he
fiddled with few stray papers on his
desk. Perhaps he was thinking Of the
time he earned "a month in store
! in Troy: perhaps of the time when a
/ boy of 10 he founded his fortune by
/ selling Vermont horses in New York
| If his mind ran back to fishing trips
TO Oneida lake he did not betray il,
for after long look at the murky
atmosphere he said:
Never mind the past now. 1t is
| with the future we are dealing. The
/ world is getting better every day. I'm
glad to be here after all these years,
1 and, looking blackwell. let that sub
ject alone today. I'm SIS, and as an
old man has many privileges, YOU
| know, III get to work again
At $3.50 O'Clock Mr.. Sage left his
office and went to his home at sos Fifth
avenue for a few minutes before re-
| turning to Lawrence. He climbed the
I
! without catching the railing and joked
with the ticket agent about his
sprighIliness for all his burden OF
years. Those who know Dir. Sage BEST
however have noticed many changes
in his appearance in the last few
months. While retaining all his en-
ergy of motion. his face has shown
deeper lines and his frame has grown
pereeptibly smaller. His right Shout
der has dropped little and he tires
more easily than = year ago
/ But there Is no sign of age in the
fearless. penetrating eyes They tel
of a mind stiH unimpaiTed by Aeeting
years and reveal q glimpse of tbs
mental power which still retains a
master grasp on all financial affairs.
Scores of friends extended their con-
gratulations in person. Mr.. Sagf
| greeted all with a warm welcome and
was slow to let them leave his pres
ence. Contrary TO his custom. nE
talked freely with newspa per men. He
posed. before a dozen cameras and
laughingly exclaimed: Now tbsyI
say I'm getting vain in my old age
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