The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1913-04-13
Ambassador Page Hard Working Man
Who Hasn't Any Modern Fool Notions
Nw ENJOY Court of ST. James Family Loving American Who De-
All Sorts of Shans-He Likes Readand Write,
Nothing for 'Rithmetic-Wants o Be Farmer South.

Did you see how he stood when he
posed for his photograph" asked the first
camera man.
L did" sighed the second camera man.
He looked awful. Even the flaps of his
pockets were inside and he didn't know 1t.
1 had to ask him to let me pull them
out"
This professional conversation took
place on the railway station at Garden
City. and the subject Of the discourse was
Mr.. Walter H. Page, editor and publisher,
who has Just been appointed by President
Wilson to be the Ambassador of the
United States to the Court of St James.
He looks pretty easygoing for an Am
bassador,'' commented a solemn faced
young journalist who had just entered the
business after a two weeks course in a
correspondence school.
mo frock coat, l suppose you mean"
said the hardened reporter with an ex-
perienced eye.
No two fingers inserted carefully be-
tween the first and second buttons of said
garment" added another experienced
member.
And where" demanded the third Of the
three musketeers of Journalism, where
was the roll Of manuscript which a true
statesman always carries in his hand, and
without which no true statesman has
the slightest reason for possessing a right
hand at ALP
"I don't care" said the woman re-
porter who had also jorrneyed to Garden
City on a page interviewing expedition,
IT think he's all right"
"Oh, yes. / suppose the women would
fall for him." said the correspondence
school journalist sourly.
The three journalistic musketeers
hummed softly:
Make your peace with the women
He'll do they rendered the verdict
emphatically. You have Kiplng's word
for it,
Visit to Garden City.
This was the journalistic epilogue to a
visit to the newly appointed Ambassador
in the great publishing plant of Double
day Page & Co., at Garden City.
1t doesn't seem like visit to a place
of business at all. One makes ones way
from the station through lawn bordered
streets shaded by budding trees. Yellow
and blue crocuses peep out of the grass
all along the way, until suddenly the
street turns and the beautiful low, long
building in which the publishing house
has its home fills the foreground. 1t is
surrounded by beautiful gardens, laid
out with great taste and In dIgnified fash g.
ion planted with evergreens and formal
borders, Over the ground a carpet of
crucuSeS, cdnoy tult anu piue cdIhponiie
spreads in every direction. Beyond on
one side there is an immense rose garden
and beyond that a vegetable garden. In
the rose garden structure has been
erected over which the small climbing
roses wander. creating bowers of beauty.
Mr.. Page called attention to this struc-
ture. which, he said, was usually called
a pergola in company, while in more init
mate circles 1t went by the simple name
OF poles"
and away from New York with your pub
ushinr business?" asked the reporter.
Ibid you do it to help the persons that
work for your"
The new Ambassador became suddenly
irascible and warned the reporter to dis
abuse his mind Of any such notions at
once.
He said that the publishing business