The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1908-11-06

aforesaid, get a coalheaver into trouble
are applauded in Mr.. Archbold as tht
excess OF militant energy. Marvellous
isn't it, how the golden haze that en-
velopes a multi-millionaire alters favor
ably the look Of everything about him
Mr.. Archbold has no vices, no vir'
tues. He doesn't care for societyi
society doesn't care for him. Hi:
daughter-after the best precedentS
among our very rich-married an Irish
nobleman, of the County Cavan. She
was recently in Africa, where she slew
lions and elephants; at least she says
she did, and she brought home the
hides, the tusks, and lapful OF lion
cubs to prove it
Tarrytown is where Mr.. Archbold
has his home. He steams to his oil
intrigues each morning in yacht.
Standard Oil is so thoroughly organized
that-like many very perfect machines
it may almost be said to run itself.
This leaves little real work for Mr..
Archbold to do. And so, to feed his
feeling of importance, and give him
self the thought that he's busy man,
he dictates letters to every imaginable
individual upon every conceivable oil
subject. 1t was this letter-writing
habit that has got him into present
trouble. Mr.. Archbold, even in his
dreams, never gets away from oil. His
heart and soul and brain and body are,
so to phrase it, soaked in oil.
There is another reason than that
chronicled above, why Mr.. Archbold
gives hugely to the church. Mr..
Archbold likes to initiate the great
John D.; and that latter mighty man
of money digs deeply into his frequent
pockets in the name of religion.
Also. because John D. lavishes his
dollars to the tune of hundreds of
thousands upon the Chicago University
Mr.. Archbold, following-as say the
Steamboat men-'his smoke" does
the same in the receptive instance of
the University of Syracuse.
The students OF these benefited col
leges evince their gratitude in song.
Those OF Chicago carol Praise John
from whom oil blessings fowl while
those of Syracuse lift up their voices
to the following beautiful effect:
1--WE have a Standard Oil pipe run
ming up to John Grouse Hall,
And gusher in the stadium will be
flowing full next fall.
We need the money Mr.. Archbold.
We need it right away;
It's the biggest ad. we've had
Since the bulldog went away"
The bulldog broke into the song
because, just prior to its composition,
the faculty-Chancellor Day at the
fore-had abolished the bull dog as a
college pet.
While Mr.. Archbold may be said to
have done something for the Syracuse
University, the church and Chancellor
Day, find no evidence of his having
done anything for his country. He
had chance too, in the beginning OF
the COS when the Civil war broke out.
He might have made splendid SOL
dier; for he was big enough to shoot
at the enemy, while small enough to
make slim his chance of being shot.
Mr.. Archbold, however felt not the
slightest inclination to become sol
der. This was but natural. Show
me a natural born soldier and I'll show
you natural born poor man. Sabers
and yardsticks, pound weights and
cannon balls, possess nothing in COM
mon, and Mr.. Archbold-who thinks
more of fifty dollar bill than of all the
flags that ever cracked in any patriotic
breeze-was born to be rich.
There you have the spider in his
web of Standard Oil. Now come we to
fly Foraker, who was weak because he
was poor, and who as senator went
buzzing after brides and so fell into
the web OF spider Archbold.
One time and another, as the Arch
bold letters show, Mr.. Foraker as SEN
ator, for killing" this legislation and
to amend" that measure, received
sinful $44,500 from Spider Archbold
not to mention $4,000 which was tc
have been invested in a newspaper