Evening star., 1922-06-18

equally sure that all New York was
in league to prevent US from getting
a foothold. We used to sit around
the dinner table in the dingy base
ment dining room and complain about
things in general, but particularly
as to how difficult 1t was for an un-
known genius to get any kind OF
recognition. We knew that we were
quite as good, each in our own line.
as the old fogeys who were keeping
us crowded out, and in most cases we
suspected that we were better. But
how to edge into the spotlight our
selves was a problem. So we took 1t
out in knocking the ring-just as
you youngsters have been doing to-
night"
"oh, 1 say" protests Barry.
"NJY error" apologies Ames Hunt.
1i But I was going to tell you
about Frank Steele. He didn't claim
to be genius. He was merely
young law clerk in big firm OF
corporation attorneys. He wasn't
even trying to be a lawyer-just
fitting himself to go back up to
New Hampshire somewhere and help
his father organize the wood pulp
industry. He used to sit and listen
to our complaints about how the
world was using us without joining
in. Finally. one night, when he got
good and tired OF it, I suppose. he un-
loaded a whole lot of pertinent remarks
He told us we gave him a pain. Don't
be soreheads.' he advised US. 'Thatl
never get you anywhere. If the old
timers refuse to admit how good you
are. why not do 1t yourselves? Get
together. Organize. And the way
to start is by boosting each other
Do it every chance you get. private
" and publicly. in print ana by
word of mouth. Talk up each 9TH
er's stuff. And the first thing you
know you'll be getting folks to be-
lieye YOU. Then. II you really are
anv good, you'll get your chance to
prove it,
well. that little talk Of his sunk.
We organized then and there. we
promised to DO all we could to make
known the merits of each member or
fhe clan. Most of us stuck to 1t, too.
There were about dozen at the
start. and for a while 1t was close
corporation. Later on recruits were
taken in. And, sure enough, we be-
gan to get results. A lot OF US ar,
rived. To be sure. more or less
dropped out. but that was because
there wasn't enough to them. In
spite OF all our friendly boosting. they
couldn't deliver the goods. Those
who could are well known in their
various professions today. They are
the Rollers"
II know some Of EN-" says Barry.
But a fat lot of good that does me.
1 don't notice any of them doing log
rolling for me-"
"or for me. eithAr." echoes Sheila.
Say" 1 breaks in. 'ff you simps
will stop grouching and listen to me
ia like to propose something"
Miss Trilby May Dodge. the tall
ented young Coincidence. has the
floor" announces Big Ben. in his
booming voice shoot, Trilby May"
"All right" says /. ut isn't such
novel hunch. after all we've heard.
but l rise to remark--if this boosting
game is SO easy to get away with.
why don't you try 1t onf"
"Eh?" says Barry. You mean"
"Quite So" says 1. There's no copy
right on the idea, is there? And it
strikes me we have here the same
kind Of q bunch as the one Ames
Hunt started out with. Well? Why
don't you get together. beat the TOM
tom for one another, toot each others
horns, and"
"cheers! cuts in Big Ben. you've
shouted q whole earful, -Trilby May.
The Society Of Tooters! There's a
name for you! All those In favor will
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