Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-02

boxes. and the people regarded him curious
ly. as a man around whom the atmosphere
of mystery has been enwrapped for great
many years.
ever knows when he Is coming to New
York. He takes nobody into his confidence
as to that. He Is rather fond Of the sud
den Haround -al-Raschid descents upon his
newspaper Office that gives the name to
Herald square. His magnificent office in
the Herald building is always kept in reaoi-
ness for him. although he has frequently
been away from New York for as long as
five years at stretch. His desk Is scrup-
ulously busted every morning. fresh ink put
In the ink wells, new nibs in the penhold-
ers and all that sort of thing. During the
cold weather the logs are kept heaped up
In his office fireplace. although the blaze
supplies nobody with heat. This is in &C
cordaEce with his orders, given years ago.
When Mr.. Bennett walks into the Herald
building, 1t Is always at a moment when
all hands In his employ imagine him to be
several thousand leagues over seas. In
other years there used to be queer stories
of how he would tear things up around
the Herald building when he made his
sudden visitations-how the managing edi-
tor would be denoted to the rank of eleva-
tor boy and the cub reporter promoted to
superintendent, and such exaggerated nom
sense. There was, of course, stratum of
truths in these accounts. On his last visit
Mr.. Bennett executed the performance
which is colloquially known as "fooling
en- He inspected his noted newspaper
plant from top to bottom. taking couple
OF days at 1t, and when it was all over he
smiled blandly.
Splendid was all he said.
He didn't suggest a change, didn't dis
place or transfer man. but just stole
away down the harbor in his yacht without
leaving wrath or heartache behind
him.
A quarter of century ago the wiseacres
of New York were shaking their heads over
of To-, md
predicting all sorts of dire things ahead for
him, not excepting a madhouse finish. But
the shrewdest men of affairs in New York
nowadays only refer to him a business
man of striking and pre-eminent genius.
He is notable example of a man living
down the strangely reckless and eccentric
record of a haphazard youth.
Morocco a Field for Writer'S
Magazine readers may confidently look
forward to finding out a whole lot about
Morocco and the Moors in the course of the
next few months. Every steamer that goes
away from here carries large numbers of
magazine young men with cameras and pith
helmets with green wells and large rolls of
copy paper, all bound for Tanger, and, If
they can make it, to the lair where the pic
turesque Raisouli had our countrymen Per-
d1carls hobbled in the cave. By the time
they reach the country of the Moors and
get hold of their pictures of Moorish scenes
and incidents and fix their copy up in form
and send it back to New York and the mag
azines get it out and on the stands, Mr.
Perdicaris will have been free several
months, but that will make no difference to
the magazines 1t made difference to
them when they printed acres of copy about
Miss Stone months after that buXom cap
tive was turned loose and had returned to
her home and been forgotten by the read
ers of the periodicals.
In the meantime, the special travelling
commissioners for the yellow journals are
dishing up some splendid snapshotted on
the-spot stuff about the Perdicaris incident
right here on Park Row. c. L. c..