Bisbee daily review., 1918-01-20
STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF SUCCESS
 AND F ALLURE

Sit-ins in his den the other night, like a wounded bear hiSerna-inS for the winter. the newspaper man raised his head to greet a caller at the door. This visitor Was short and squat and his face was almost hidden by his whiskeIs. He was nervous in his movements and conversation fiOweo from him like water from the rock that Aaron struck with his rod. He wanted a job, did this little man with the his beard. wanted Co write and edit and report for the Review.
 Asked as tO his experience and train ing and qualifications for the place, if any. he broke forth into blank verse like the water came down at LodOre.
 He was a baker. he said; a master baker He had held forth m the lortly Kitchens Of the great hotels oi the land: the Waldorf of New York, the Blackstone and Congress of Chicago, the Willard of Washington. the StatieS of Cleveland. the Jefferson of St. Lou. is: all these knew him well and had, each in their turn. done 0beisanee to lis skill with the skillet and his genius with the batter bowl and his taient with the tartar sauce.
 And more than this; higher than these: he had cooked the wedding breakfast for President Wilson and his bride ct the White House. He was a cock and then some. was this stranger Knocking at the newspaper mans hum ble door. The mystery of mixtures and the science of applying heat and hoe signO vinces to raw products was his long suit and he was not at all modest in prOclaiming the tact to the world.
 But the newspaper man could not understand what all this mastery or rcntry and pastry and oven had to do win a newspaper job. Why. oh why. vas such a great bGke- wandering so tar from the princely palaces seeking 10 exchange the silded skillet handle LOT the gOOseQuill peng
 Another torrent of conversation ey yolved the fact that this former auto crat of the Blackstone kitchens had just lost a job in the Lowell bakery and needed the money 10 sustain limb and lie.
 How are the mighty lallen, Take the wings of the morning and fly to the u;teImosi parts of the earth and you cannot find such lall as this one. IL is long cry from the gold plated ov- ems of the Waldorf Astoria Co that sim uis bakeshop in LOwel town. And the usn who had ruled on Broadway was lalsd out On the NacO read of AriEonc.
 He was not mere liar and boast CT. this man lie had the written ana printed records to show for all he Saio le had done in the past
 After this bearded baker had gone sadly on his way. having been denied entrance to the sacred portals O Ari- zona newspaper literature, the news paper. man sat long and pOndeged over the ways and walks of men. The slE yer tinted wing of success in one Gt- moSphere tails weakly 70 the srouna in another. Each to his own place ana in ais own way. What a strange, way ward. ohangeable. temperamentol. Rght-O-love jade is this siren Of Sue cess that lures us on and rewards and revokes: receives and rejects with the same careless wave Cf a slim, Whi,e, cruel or kindly hand,
 Each man has his little season of success and his iitdc Kingdom wnege he may rule for day. The aUtocrat cf the breakfast table at the White House was rejected entirely from the tables at the Lowell oaravansary in .he desert pass between the copper 2 ode and the mesquite flat And so il is with most men, most of the time Our skill of yesterday leaves us to- Our lucky star is plotted out Sy black clouds. The paved streets smile and the dusty highways frOwn.
 Vexins problems these, Co a simple new sqaper man. But from their tan sled maze il Is not hard % l;nd one shininc moral wi,h which Co adoTn the tale. Be meek and merciiul in the brlshJ light Of today SO that some ray 1g comfort may be left over for -hc shadows Of tomorrow.
 But as to why that baker came Co his newspaper shop seeking Co meu1 . E is fallen fortunes. iS to great a prob cm to even consider. much less a. ompt to solve.