The Washington times., 1922-04-08
In . Happy Home.

That's the Rockefeller mansion
but II amt no mansion at all" says
the flivver' driver pointing il out
to visitors.
The grounds-they call It the yard
in Ormond-are lovely with old trees
and shrubbery.
The old mulu-millionaire rises
early. Not long after sun-up he is
out on his grounds inspecting the
trees or watching the birds.
He supervises all the gardening.
He plays golf with religious
regularity every day.
He patronizes the Ormond public
links, playing about six holes as a
rule.
He is a golf bug" and advises
Golf 10 a wonderful health-giving
game" he says.
Golf and Simple Diet.
It is golf, proper diet and his
simple mode Of living that has kept
the Oil king physically fit at the age
Of eighty-three, according 10 his
friend and physician, DR.. Hiram
Biggar.
showed the Rockefeller smile"
A smile winning. full OF warmth
and somewhat wistful. As friendly
as his warm handclasp.
Children are the most familiar
with the Rockefeller smile"
The youngsters love the aged
financier and seek him out. There
was the little English boy who ran
into his arms as he sat in the Hotel
Ormond the other night. The young
ster announced he had been Ill and
graphically described his ailment to
Mr.. Rockefeller as the latter sym
pathetically patted his hand.
You didn't eat any supper. I
hope" said the financier to the little
boy. When the child nodded his
head in the affirmative, Rockefeller
said reprovingly:
Now you shouldn't have"
He gave the youngster one of his
dimes. As the boy moved to put the
coin into his pocket. the financier
said with mock solicitude: Now
you're sure you haven't hole
Il have not" said the boy in.
dignantly.
"No7 Well, that's fine" said Mr..
Rockefeller. patting his head.
The sandman approached as the
youngster sat listening to the music
holding tight to his aged friends
hand.
DO you know what we shall have
to do?" the financier inquired of tho
sleepy little boy. I'VE shall have to
take you to our house for the niuht.
How would you like that-sleeping
in our house?
Let's see, what shall we have for
breakfast? Griddle cakes-yes?"
AS the child exclaimed in delight.
he said:
Very well, we shall have griddie
cakes. You and I shall eat many,
many griddle cakes"
Hungry for People.
They say in Ormond that the grea,
John d. is hungry for people.
As he parted from us the other
night, he said:
The hotel is closing tomorrow and
I must bid my friends here goodbye.
They have been very nice to me-"
In the two hours we were with him
the financier didn't once talk thrift
or give advice about saving money.
He never does, according to a bell.
the "old man." az he calls him.
the old man." said this staunch cham
pion OF the oil king.
Now this stuff about him tellin'
you to be thrifty and advisin' you to
save your money-it's bunk, pure
bunk.
THE old man talks about golf and
the birds or maybe the trees and the
flowers. He sure, loves the birds and
he can give you an earful about
them, believe mer'
After two hours with the great
financier, you discover why he is
thrifty Of speech. He let's the other
fellow do the talking and studies him.
The master mind that created
the standard Oil Company sizes
up" all with whom he comes in
contact.
Even under the warmth of his
friendliness you find caution.
Hopes In Foundation.
In his old age the oil king directs
his business genius to the Rookie.
feller Foundation.
To the great human work car.