The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-08

IN a small three or four-story factory in a the Bronx a common platform eleva- | tor was used to transport the freight and messengers from floor to floor. The elevator was very slow and the elevator man was very sour. Sometimes the ele- sator was heavily laden with ponderous lithographing stones or weightly machin- ery and the passengers who elambored aboard had 10 be careful while the ele- vator crept slowly up or down. The ele- vator man always found reason for growing. If he was not kept busy he complained because later on he was likely to be kept busy. Nothing was ever done to his satisfaction. He was the autocrat of the car He tolerated the boss, but for everybody else around the establish ment he had a scowl.
 He was fairly bright man and might have made himself useful in many ways but he was too busy finding fault with others to do much good for himself or his employers.
 One day while he was at the top floor the bell rang summoning him to he ground floor. He took his time about re- sponding. and the bell rang again. He glanced at the annunciator, muttered something under hsi breath, slammed the door and started the car slowly down. ward. Waiting at the elevator door on the first floor he found a boy of fifteen pr sixteen who had a heavy, bulky pack hge to go to the top floor. The elevator man opened the gate and as the boy started to lift the package and place 1t on the elevator, the elevator man stopped him.
 Say you!' he exclaimed. Did you ring that bell?"
 .'Yes" responded the boy
 ''Where are you going?' the man de- manded
 ''To the top floor" said the boy.
 'Then you'll have to walk, said the man, banging the door shut.
 The boy was stranger. It was ms first day in the establishment. He had been employed to run errands and make himself generally useful. Incidentally he was to learn the business. He was to go on the pay roll at g a week.
 He looked at the elevator man and he looked at the heavy package. There was no yielding, no sympathy in the eyes of the man. It took all the boys strength to lift that package, but he lifted 1t and carried it up flight after flight.
 At various times thereafter the boy had other packages bulky and heavy to take upstairs. But every time he tried to ride in the elevator the elevator man shut the gate in his face. It seemed to give pleasure to the man to Vlsit hardships upon others
 The boys name was Warren l.. Green. It was in 1882 that he went to work in that factory. There were not very many men employed there-three or four score, perhaps but nearly all of them were ar lists in their line. They were master printers master engraVers master litho- graphers, master pressmen. The work they turned out was the finest kind in America The machinery was the most expensive and delicate made in the branches of printing and engraving
 The workmen were kinder to the boy than was the elevator man. They round him remarkably bright, eager to please eager to gain knowledge, tireless in his energy He would run up and down stars twenty times a day, and never com plain. He would run any errand, oo any kind of work, respond to any call. To the boy the master craftsmen in the printing room. in the engraving room, ill the lthographng room and in the plessroom. seemed wonderful beings. It delighted the men to be assisted by so willing and appreciative a youngstcr. He asked lots of question and they, in the goodness of their hearts, always were willing to explain things in detail In the 1ffice the boy was as much favorte is he was elsewhere about the factory /Ie made himself useful in thousan3 ways, and everybody but the