The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-04

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 the North American Company who were at daggers drawn. One week,
 my friends were in the saddle and at I a later time another faction had gain- ed new adherents and was in con- l trol. At one time when the hostiles were winning they built "a stairway l outside of building over in East l Bridgeport and was permitted to visit only the one room where the machines were received through { wicket for me to examine and pass l upon. Once, like the donkey of 1 tradition whose mind lost it's equil- | librum owing to the proximity of
 two bundles of hay, I fell into the
 yawning chasm of dissension and for eight months walked the streets | of Bridgeport with my hands in my pockets and that was about all there 1 was in them at that"
 | But order was brought out of chaos l in 1893, when the North American
 Monograph Company had gone to 1 the wall and a coalition which still | endures, was formed between the l Columbia Monograph Company and the American Graphophone Company, with MT. Easton as president of both years, until September, 1909, MT. l Macdonald was manager of the 1 factory He was then elected a di- l rector and placed in charge of all | laboratory work of all kinds and de- scriptions with the title of Consulting l Engineer.
 l The Nazareness said, a little sorrow l fully have always thought, that | a prophet is not without honor save l in his own country and his utterance
 was so vibrant and palpitating with | truth that it cannot be said. to be less important as vital assertion ! than the laws of Moses. We read | that several cities claimed him dead
 through which the living Homer
 begged his bread and the annals of all times including contemporary his | tory are replete with illustrations that 1 great men are not fully recognized as such excepting as seen from dis l tance either of time or space. MT. l Macdonald, whatever we of Bridge l port failed to yield in respect of 1 adoration, was a genius of pure and I opalescent quality. Even as Ldn- coin was always "Abe" to his int1m-
 ates and would not have it any other way, so to the little citizens as we'll l as to those on the same footing With
 him, Mir. < Macdonald was always { Mac" To him as to the greatest l man, perhaps, who has lived in the 1 world since the Saviour ascended into kHeaven, Mac" was term or en- | given name was to Abraham Lincoln. l I have, before me, as. I write, fac l simile of the letter that President | Lincoln sent to Mrs Bixby, who he said he had been informed, was the l mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. In closing his beautiful letter he said:
 T pray that the Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereave- ment and leave you only the cherish | ed memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours
 to have laid so costly sacriffce upon the altar of freedom"
 | MT. Lincoln was born in a hovel in Kentucky and slowly made his way upward until he practiced law in IT. l linois,, pursuit. in which he was en- gagged when God gave him to the 1 country as the one heroic man, the l one great figure of modern times, whom it is now conceded NDy miiltary | authorities at home and abroad, was the equal of Caesar and Napoleon I God gave him to the country to stamp out the curse of human slaV- cry. But he was Abe" to great many people and when he was asked what he would do about slavery II l he were president, he answered in
 homeIy phrase: If ever I get a 1 chance to take a lick at that abom. inable iniquity I will hit it hard. And vet he lived to write few inn 1 mortal lines which, spoken before a
 handful of people at Gettysburg on a
 dull. and chilly December oay a m 1922, th. 1 world His letter, from which l 1 have quoted, is framed and hangs in l one of the colleges at -OXford, 1n- | tended as a guide to the youth Of 1 England, showing them how to ex- I,press themselves gracefully and with
 
 l tongue. Surely a great tribute to an American-an humble, unpre- l tentious western lawyer. An! but l the grace of God had entered and I controlled the man within. 1 Mr.. Macdonald's mind was cast in l one of the moulds used for the for 1 nation of master mental1tleS. IL 1 was so elastic that it might be nken- | ed to an elephants trunk, which is | capable of picking up pin or
 barrel From every point or view, | as an inventor of talking machine 1 improvements and as manufactur- CT on simplified lines he was recog- l nized in all parts of the world as standing at the head of the grapho- | phonic art. With his easy ways, his 1 jocularity, his modest mien, his 1n- ] nate brilliancy and entire absence or 1 anything approaching hauteur or ex- l aggerated dignity, it was difficult, in
 
 friends or for daily associates in bus mess to realize his great talents and his staying qualities. Even up to the day when his fatal illness became threatening he was at work on new "reproducer'' for the graphophone by ] means of which the recorded songs l of David Bispham, for example, are so beautifully and naturally given that you feel the very presence of the great singer in person. And
 this is equally true of all the great | artists, men and women, when their 1 voices are reproduced by this newest device.
 There is a story told of an episode 1 at Glacier, in 1890 when the Duke of Connaught was returning from the Orient, and proceeding by the Ca- nadian Pacific railway from Van couver {. to Montreal His appear ances at various points as his train passed through British Columbia and l adjoining parts of the Queens Amer ican domain created great interest particularly among the soldiery. At Glacier a company of men, dressed