The Washington herald., 1922-03-07

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NEW YORK, March e.-wail
Street. they will tell you. has
heart OF flint. Perhaps 1t has--but
1t is moved by the spiritual emo
tion daily. 1t is true that there
is a wall Street face"-a coldly.
chiseled, hawk-eyed, tight-lipped
visage with the jaw that snaps
with a steely click. 1t is a face
outwardly calloused to human SYM
pathy.
Beggars fnd, scant picEings in
this narrow gluch and hard luck"
stories are generally hooted. wall
Street is used to seeing white
faced victims trapped in the chang
ing markets, plucked. rolled and
shunted to obscurity. Every day
may be another BLACK friday"
And still in no other part of this
vast city does daily sermon draw
the crowd that 1t does in Wall
Street.
ure whose hair has been whitened
or snow, he stands at midday on
his soap box in the thick of the
money changers, in the very
shadows Of the marble facade of
the Stock Exchange.
New York knows him as THE
Bishop of Wall Street." and his
theme Is that all men should be
honest. Wall Street does not curl
its lip in a sneer-it listens in re-
spectful silence, captains Of indus
try, clerks and sandwiches eating
messenger boys.
And when the bishop leads them
in singing Nearer My God to
Thee" the rising swell OF the hymn
may be heard in Broadway above
the roar. When the bishop kneels
in the street in prayer, his audi
ence uncovers its head, bows and
mumbles its lips.
A half-hour later 1t may be mill
ing about with maniacial fury at
the sound Of gongs. hpt 1t has its
few moments Of spiritual repose.
The bishop has seen men whose
names dazzled the money marts one
day come back the next beaten and
broken.
In the hour Of their despair, they
turn as naturally to God as the
flower opens its petals to the sun
shine" he says. 1t was twenty
two years ago that the bishop
preached his first sermon from a
soap box. There are countless men
in Wall Street who, when asked
their religion, reply: 'T belong to
the bishops church"
oh -
slums have never seen a tree. Those
who are taken in the charity busses
to Central Park for the hrst time
express their greatest surprise at
the sight of the stately elms and
oaks.
Montague Glass tells Of an East
Side chiid-a dirty-faced boy-who
was taken on a charity picnic. In
an open space in Jersey, he ex-
claimed: 'Hully gee. look at the
boid."
That is not a bold IL Is a
bird" corrected the teacher.
well, 1t makes q noise like .
bold" was the reply.
One OF the leading theatrical pro-
ducers, man in a position to know
told me. has been averaging $15,-
900 q week net on his productions
for nearly a year. He lives in
regal splendor with a dozen motor
cars, town houses, country homes
and q villa at Palm Beach. Still
he is unhappy. All his life he has
had an ambition to act, and he has
more than the ordinary ability
along this line. but he has never
been able to overcome his fear of
facing an audience. One night he
was in the wings during an open
ing of a production. Some one
started the cry for the producer
The star suddenly grabbed him by
the hand and dragged him out on
the stage. He broke away, ordered
the curtain down and discharged
the star on the spot. The next day
he went to a sanitarium for three
weeks to prevent a complete nerv-
Gus collapse.