The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-08-18

is getting what you go after. Almost any man with health and fair starting luck can make money. The hard thing is to overcome riches and be human"
 J. OGDEN IS STUMPED
 If you had been born poor do you suppose you would have grown rich and powerful" I asked the lean, brown, high-browned, aquiline-nosed man before me He hitched up one corner of his mouth in sort of smile.
 'Huh How can I tell2" he answered. l "No rich born man knows his own abil- | ity. If I'd been a poor lad I might not have got beyond a clerkship. I don't know.
 There's only one thing I do know and that is that I should have worked I love my daughter. I love hard work And I love people. The best mental ex- ercise I get is studying people-finding out why they do things"
 The daughter MT. Armour speaks of is Lolita the little girl you read of years ago as being treated for hip disease by | the famous pr. Lorenz of Vienna. Her father turned toward me two pictures of her and one of her mother, that stand upon his desk.
 Lolita Armour is now 20 years of age, and has recently been appointed trustee of the great university her granddad 1OunQeu. oue IS an dLIrdcLlVet NlNdClOuS girl, with dark hair and eyes and vivid complexion. She dances and rides horseback, drives her own motor and walks with scarcely trace of lameness.
 No one to look at the only daughter of the house of Armour today would believe that a score of years ago she was so frail and tiny that her fathers two palms made her an ample bed!
 PAST THE ARRANGEMENTS
 She works necessarily now for the Red Cross, to which her daddy has made the somewhat breathtal1ing contribution of half a million.
 After seeing J. ogden Armour in the office where he administers his $200.000,- 900 interests with less elaboration of manner and surroundings than most av- eragely prosperous business men feel it necessary to adopt, I began to feel budding curiosity regarding that dread district which I suppose is the chief source of wealth not only of MT. Armour, food purveyor to the world, but of all Chicago, the stockyards
 So when a. huge white limousine was summoned and the pulchritudinous sec- retary, before referred to, was requested to speed me to the spot made famous Cor was it infamous?) by a grizzly novel of a decade or so ago, I jumped at the chance.
 Visitors, I learned, have not been ad- mitted to the Armour slaughter houses for several months. grim wire fence charged with electric current surrounds them, bristling with stern-f faced guards
 The place was both less terrible and more terrible than I imagined. The vast office plant, where thousands work, is in itself as pleasant a bread-earning es- tablishment as one could wish. Its of fices are biz and light and airy. It is not even tainted with that hideous aroma which assails the nose in certain zones nearby.
 There are lunch rooms and soda foun- tains for employees, and suite that looks like the feast hall of a baronial castle where the executives toy with their monday viands. You marvel how, in an atmosphere of perpetual killings, they ever manage to eat at all
 GOOD-BY TO STEAKS
 After I had watched for four min utes that man who stands with the eter- nal mallet, dealing inconsistencies to the poor beasties as they come up the runaway one sby one with trust in their eyes, I resolved never to look upon a steak again.
 And the pigs-wretched, screaming screaming creatures.
 And the lambs. heaven pity 'em And the little calves.
 Ugh
 And the men with boots red-soaked, whose business it is to kill and kill and not to think
 Brrrrr! I vowed never. never, never to eat anything but potato again as long as I lived.
 But by the time I had gone through the packing rooms, trim and busy and full of brisk girls, and the cold, clean storage cellars where the beeves seemed ali So peaceful and neat and dissociated from anything carnate. by the time I had seen all this, I regret to state I was basely ready for luncheon in the bar onial feast hall and was even planning a chop for dinner
 Just as California seems able to feed the whole world with fruits and flowers, so Chicago, as personified by J. Ogden Armour, stands amply able, one would think, to dole out meat and grain to all the hungry millions of the earth. T hope" said I to the beauteous sec retary "he is filling those myriad cans with good, sound meat. Haven't I read somewhere that there was once a scan- dal or something"
 If I had read 1000 books" said he, Cor heard 1000 scandals, I would still l have faith in that man at the helm. Tell me, does he seem honest and straight and good?"
 I nodded vigorously. And sincere and generous and kind ?'' More strenuous mods Well. he is," said my guide. 1T know"