The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-03-21
HEIR TO TWENTY MILLION HAPPY
 ON S1 A WEEK

SAe@NA5 AAACA Sl4AOlle llle uutkS Ol oOulh Island by youthful gunner The fish of stream and sea will learn to dread the rod and tackle of a. new and enthusiastic angler Those au- thors who can justify the claim of writing like O. Henry and Richard Harding Davis" are to have another patron, and if the brethren be kind Psi Upsilon Fraternity may gain some day a new member whose name. Thomas Austin Yawkey. is worth s2O,OOO,OOO.
 That is what his share of his fos- ter-father's fortune means first of all to the sixteen year old schoolboy, who lives with his adopted mother at 2 East Eighty seventh street, and has for spending money S1 a week.
 But to Thomas Austin Tawkey. joint heir with his foster-mother to timber and mining lands worth in the neighborhood of $40, ,OOO, 900, the pros pect of absolute financial independ- ence does not bring only boyish dreams of duck shooting and fish ing, of reading books of adventure and making 8 good fraternity.
 Their glamour has been dimmed by the death of the man he loved as / father. At sixteen. the same strain of blood that enabled William Hoover Yawkey, his uncle and foster parent, to wyest wealth from undevelOped lands, has begun to speak. Back of the boyish visions of which he talks so enthusiastically are others that he discusses more gravely.
 He told of these also yesterday, all most shy1y, with his arm about the waist of his fOster-mother.
 "I am going to Yaie," he said ''when I graduate from Irving School af t1L Lp course there, and after that I want to take a year of law so that I'll be able to handle business intelligently
 "You see" he continued, "I want to fit myself for the management of the big interests that my father left me.
 I'll be happy" he added, after a pause, If I can make myself a big enough man to step into his boots"
 For a moment the fair haired, well knit lad seemed suddenly to have grown older as he stood beside Mrs. Yawkey, and spoke of his father and his fathers accomplishments.
 There's another thing that I am interested in," he went on. Father mentioned 1t in his will. He spoke of some permanent charity-some liv- ing memorial under the Yawkey name. Mother says she Is going ahead to carry out his wishes. ] want to sec that done.
 Father was very good to me-" he said, softly. "and so is mother here" and he squeezed her affectionately.
 In another moment, the look of maturity had fallen away and he was talking eagerly and boyishly of his school, football, tennis and duck shooting.
 There Is no glitter of wealth about Thomas Austin Yawkey-horn Thom- as Austin-and one of the richest poys in the world through the terms of his foster fathers will. The face under the sleek blonde hair is fresh and un- spoiled by indulgence. He wears plain dark clothes, a low soft collar, black knitted tie and square-toed "sensibIe" shoes
 From his early chndhoo q he has had the prospect of riches to look for ward to, for under the terms of his own mothers will he will receive S4.- 100000 when he Is twenty Live. His share of his foster-father's estate will be turned over to him when he reach es the age of thirty.
 The boys father died when he was three years old, and he was taken in to the household of his mothers brother in 1910. Two years ago he accepted the Yawkey name and had it conferred upon him legally upon the death of his mother in September, 1918.
 Mrs. Yawkey explained that he was taken into the family because his own mother was ailing, and 1t was felt that it would be better for him to be brought up under his uncle's direc- ton. Later, he was adopted legally, so that the name of Tawl1ey might not die out.
 Life as a student at the Irving School is q much more vital affair to the lad today that the future pros pect of the immense fortune that will some day be his.
 I'm just like any other boy" he said with an appealing grin 'T've been licked couple of times, but I've always been able to come back at them. made the football team last fall played end-and I'm proud of that. Now. I'm trying for the tennis team.
 But would leave tennis any time to go duck shooting or fishing. That is one of my ambitions" he continued eagerly. T want to equal my fathers record, popping duck down at South Island. I haven't been able to do that yet. but I have scored fifty-two at a round"
 lie StandS well III nlS ClaSSrO OTnS, and Mrs. Yawkey says that he feels "terribly down. when he slips up in some study.
 T like books too." he remarked. that is, good adventure stories like O. Henrys and Richard Harding Da- viss Soldiers of Fortune My father led that kind of a life for a long time out in the lumber and mining camps of Arizona, Minnesota and Virginia I've made up my mind to follow his trail.
 "I've seen some of the iron mines Of the Messaba Ridge that my father owned, and our coal mines in West Virginia. I'm going to visit them again, just as soon as I can.
 You know it must be great to get out into those wild forests" he ex- claimed. Father had a pretty rough time of 1t when he was young, but it must have been wonderful sport, just the same!"
 The thought of money for it's own sake has apparently never entered the mind of The mas Austin Yawkey.
 'Do you know" he asked with a er-i, Htbat I've never had more tha n