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

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Let US consider how Standard d
spider may find ANIMATION, and grow u
to spin its web at % Broadway to cato
the Senate fly. If you look closely yol
will see that spider Archbold, in hi
Standard Oil evolution, not to say cul'
mination is more than half an accident
Accident by the way, has been ever
quantity in what equations gave u
our multi-millionaires. Each likes t
think that, for every dollar Of it, hi
was the architect of his own fortune
But one who back-tracks it will fine
that that fortune, in its production
hinged always and finally upon the
accidental.
Mr.. Archbold was born in Steuben
vile, Ohio, about sixty-four years ago
No stars fell; no meteors split the sky
there came nothing supernatural to
proclaim the advent of a prodigy. His
parents had come poor from Scotland,
and were not rich when he was born.
While he was in his early teens,
Mr.. Archbold's people moved to Penn
sylvania, and settled in the town Of
Titusville. Here he played little,
worked little, went to school little,
fought other lads a little, after the
manner of the young human males oil
his day and region. AS soon as he
owned schooling enough to count and
keep money, he quit playing and
studying and fighting, and went to
work in country store.
Mr.. Archbold was measuring mo-
lasses, weighing out sugar, and selling
soap when oil was discovered, and
western Pennsylvania became a blaze
of money excitement. Thrifty with a
Scotch thrift, he had saved handful
or two of cash, while clerking in that
country store. He put every dollar OF
it into oil, and followed up his small
investments with all he could borrow
from his friends.
Mr.. Archbold fought the great John
D., then but a small John D. Mr..
Archbold fought the great John D. so
sturdily that the latter strategist, as an
easiest way out, invited Mr.. Archbold
into his earliest plans for Standard Oil.
Mr.. Archbold came into Standard Oil.
That was in 1875. Mr.. Archbold
has been in Standard Oil ever since,
and as its active managing spirit has
had oil things his own Scotch way at
26 Broadway for something like fifth
of century.
In figure, Mr.. Archbold is round,
stout, five-foot-three, and no sort i'm
pressive. His head is round, his face
pudgy. He has neither beard mol
mustache; badness has driven most Of
his hair into exile.
Mr.. Archbold is not handsome.
Aside from an expression Of coarse
arrogance, more vulgar than awe-in-
spring, there's nothing about him tc
rivet attention. With his double chin,
protruding under-lip, mouth of uncer-
tain lines, vague jaw, ill-drawn nose,
there's nothing about him to intimate
the conqueror. His best features are
his ears, which have an alert, wakefu
look, and a round full forehead thai
argues an ability to think.
And Mr.. Archbold does think.
Of but two things, however, Mr.
Archbold thinks only and always O
money and oil. All else, the nation:
senators with the rest, is incidental tc
these.
Mr.. Archbold cares nothing for liter
allure. His one best book is his banl
book; his one best writer the receiving
teller who jots down the credits in thai
book. His manners are brusque. If ;
coal-heaver possessed the Archbolc
manners, we would call them bruta
and thrash him if we could. And, if We
couldn't we'd call the police. But Mr.
Archbold is worth ten millions for every
toe on his two feet, every finger on hi
two hands. Wherefore we term hi
manners brusque.
None of the clerks laugh at q
Broadway. The most daring amons
them would no more laugh than he't
set fire to Trinity Church. Mr.. Arch
bold, now and then, laughs loud
hard, rasping laugh, a cross between