The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-12-15

what | think is the greatest
work of my life. | hope | will
be able to do it well. 1t is doing
something that all of us should
take to heart and then do our
part. If all of us fall in line
with the idea, it will mean do
ing the right thing by our
selves, and in doing the right
thing by ourselves we will be
doing the biggest thing we can
for our country.
Don't you think that right
now is the time for all of us to
get down to earth once more
to stop spending our money
foolishly and wastefully-to do
a full days work-to produce
all we can-and to help in
every way our industries, which
are the backbone of the prog
ress and prosperity of the
u. S. A?
1t always happens that some
man comes to the front at the
right time with a big plan to
straighten out the tangles we
get into every so often by for
getting to observe the simple
rule of safety first"
A man | have known by reputa-
ton for several years, but had never
met, called me on the telephone at
1l:45 Saturday morning, November
Is, 1920, and asked if | would take
dinner with him at his home that
evening, saying that he wanted to
talk to me about a matter in which
he thought would be interested. |
asked him if it was urgent, because
| had arranged to go out of town
that day to visit an aunt and friends
in New Jersey village where had
taught school forty-two years ago.
He said he would be out of town
the following week-that he thought
the matter he wanted to talk about
was urgent, and he would appre-
ciate it very much if | could post
pone my visit until Sunday.
| told him | would meet him.
asked him where he lived. He said,
Bridge street." and | asked, "Where
the dickens is Bridge street." He
laughed, saying, Never mind.
will send car for you" So it was
arranged for car to call for me at
my home at 6 80 P M. 1t was there
on time, and | was whisked down
Broadway to Bridge street, which is
one of the many criss-cross streets
in the Battery section of New York
city. | had never been there before.
When | got out of the car | Won
dered why this man lived in this
section of the city, and in tene-
ment house at that, because | felt
sure he could afford to live in the
finest kind of a home if he want
ed to.
| was in for a series of surprises
that Saturday evening. The first
surprise came when | walked up a
narrow, carpeted stairway one flight
and was ushered into a big living
room, where my eyes quickly took
in its comforts. There is one big
settee, many easy chairs, two tables,
several electric lamps, grand piano,
two talking machines, an Aeolian
orchestrelle and a big pile of music
rolls, three bookcases filled with the
kind of books that everybody should
read, as later learned, and the walls
are covered with rare old prints and
the floor with fine rugs. There is
an open fireplace, too--one of those
unusual things found in the city, but
which always delight men who were
raised in the country, as | was.
In a few minutes dinner was
served in very quaint dining room
which has coal stove sitting back
in the wall at one end, and its red
glow was most cheerful. There
were no frills about this dinner. 1t
was very plain but good-the kind
of dinner served in the average
American home, which is always
good enough for anybody.
After dinner we seated ourselves
in the big living room. | sat in
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