New-York tribune., 1905-11-12
FINDS HOMES FOR BOYS.
Worh of a Large Hearted Phi
lantkrOpiSt.

Reading and observation have made familiar
the type of rich man whose time, valueless to
himself, is employed in usurpiug that of others.
In reality this type is rare in America. He is
generally described vapid and flippant with
no conception of civic duties, wearing his morals
his swaIIowtails to be changed with them,
wasting his health and fortune amid fatterers
in idle dissipations; liIiputian in the world of
doers, whose only apparent excuse for living
lies in the money that he scatters and the taxes
that he pays. Again. there is the Crcesus a
part of whose wealth is given to some abstract
charity. some indirect good. some church
library. These men mean well and do we'll but
theirs scarcely personal sacrifices. More
common is the rich man of culture who is al
ways intending to do something out who seldom
does A little effort here and there. and he per-
suades himself that he is a philanthropist-in
fact, he is often impractical as the man who
whitewashed his load of coal. To some phi
lanthropy, like monkeys or automobiles or dia-
monds in the teeth. becomes fad.
OF different class is Evert Jansen Wendell
of New-Yor1- He devotes a great deal of his
time well a great deal of his money to res
cuing boys from the slums and finding good
homes for them in the country. Into the lives
of more than four thousand boys he has come
as a personal friend and helper. He prefers to
catch them young-about the age of ten Not
that he thinks they naturally bad. Oh no!
But he knows that living in the slums of the city
at impgessionable age will make them bad
Hence this scion of the old Knickerbockers, this
clubman, this Harvard athlete, plueks boys from
the rankness OF the city before the down has
begun to grow their upper lip. and without
help from any sends them West and South
to grow up with the country.
How does he know where to send them? Why.
through the information that comes to him as
working officer of many charitable and phil
anthropic societies the devil has wiles prn-
cipally a trustee OF the Children's Aid Society
Lonely people in the country people who love
children, want boys in their homes and on their
farms. and Mr. Wendell supplies the want.
Every morning between and O'Clock group
of waits gather outside his basement door in a
fashionable street just off 5th-ave. There is
the little chubby isted fellow who stubs his toe
and whines; there is the marble expert with his
ragged knees. who will calmly conduct game
in the centre Of Broadway at high noon: there
is the youngster who revels In the slack water
OF the North River and who sneaks out to tie
knots in his companions trousers: there
older boys Of the age when they wander aim
lessly over hydrants while deep In 'Meandering
Mike" or Indian Joe. Who Picked His Teeth
with a Crosscut Saw; there are boys of all
kinds and all nationalities and Mr. Wendell
makes them all feel at home. When he has
selected suitable party, sometimes five. some
times forty, he personally takes them across the
ferry to Jersey City furnishes their travelling
expenses and sees them snug for the trip, then
speeds them on their long Journeys Some viii
cry and some will laugh to keep from crying.
Away they 60 to Texas, Kansas. Illinois, Iowa
Nebraska. Minnesota and the Dakotas and some
still further west
Arrived at bis new home a new life begins for
tho nttis vail He Is now apprenticed to
faxner and must hoA the corn and feed the
ca1yeA Ha gets over his tenement house cough
and his tear Of q cow he Is introduced to q
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