The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1929-02-08
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- Where with our
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we tell the truth
about many things. sometimes pro-
foundly, sometimes fippantly,
sometimes recklessly. 1900.

Consider, at the moment. the
strange case of Andy Mellon. Andy.
in his pictures, looks like nice. kind
ly old gent who has only love for the
world in the heart that beats under
his venerable frock coat Yes, Andy
looks like a nice, kind old gent. And.
in his relations with his family and
with all and sundry who come near
to him in confidential relations, he
doubtless is just that. If Andy were
an old crab he would be much more
unpopular than he is with the gen
tlemen of the press. They, too, are
human and they find ways and means
to submerge those tina cut them
across the face with reversed gloves.
But Andy gets by fairly well.
There are those that call Andy
the 'uncrowned king of America y
and they hint, at the same time, that
in addition to his American kingdom
he has principalities scattered over
the world. In other words, here is
nice faced man who is getting on in
years, who spouts platitudes some
what sparingly, but who has put
people under tribute with chains of
gold, silver, stocks and bonds. The
kind face rides easily atop fat and
bulging purse and is bulwarked by
serried ranks of safety deposit boxes
Maybe there are things that ought
to be catalogued about Uncle Andy.
Before there is any complete cat
alogue to show all of the activi-
ties, interests and subject peoples in
the case, some hard working statisti-
cal ditch digger must do much hard
labor. But little bits can be set down
as guide posts.
The cataloguer would start with
Mr. Melons interest in the aluminium
trust vending his way thence through
banks, coal mines, railroads and such
things.
The aluminium trust is big thing.
1t has grown a great deal bigger than
it was since Uncle Andy became sec
retary of the treasury Other inter
ests of his likewise have waxed
greatly prosperous since this spare
framed, kindly faced old gent first
walked up the treasury steps as boss
of the shop
1t is said that the aluminium trust
virtually owns the state of Arkansas
and some have suggested remaining
the state with some title properly
suggestive of its real rulership.
The Mellon family has gone into
the Pennsylvania railroad and into
many other lines.
But crowning everything is the
fact that Mellon has joined with Nor
gan, forming with that mastodon of
| the financial world an alliance the
pwoer of which is beyond dreams
| and beyond the power of anyone to
check.
Mellon Morgan is a combination
before which average mortals may
well quail and shiver in their boots.
There is Mr. Morgan in New York,
like some great mythical king en-
throned amid his legions. There is
Mr.. Mellon in Washington, where one
may picture him fondly running
slender, caressing fingers over bales
of currnecy which the people have
paid into the government treasury,
though of course Mr.. Mellon doesn't
exactly do that in fact. Mellon
Morgan-that is something to weave
dreams around and over which to
conjure far into the night.
Mellon holdings are to be found
throughout the country. They range
from water-power holdings along the
Canadian border to plants along the
power streams of the South; and from
all of these points the gold flows back
to the smoke -murked banks of the
MELONS in Pittsburgh, the heart of