The Washington times., 1933-07-24

1lduIlGSu Illlu. AWAKE VI SLSGp-
ing, thoughts of death tortured
his mind. A psychiatrist
might have explained the case
of Otto Schultz very we'll, but
among other things, I am not
a pSychiatriSt.
AS Leonard Lyons could tell
you, Otto came to America
when he was little more than
20. He was short, stocky,
quiet and ambitious. His eyes
were deep and dark, and they
had a brooding fear in them.
Better Than None
In New York he worked in a
bakery shop for a while. All
night long he pushed trays into
hot ovens, and later pulled them
out. He didn't like the work,
but he liked starvation even
less, so he kept the job.
That is, he kept it until the
day of the accident. Those
things had a terrible effect on
Otto. He saw it happen as he
stood in front of the shop,
smoking. He was watching a
trolley come up from the next
block.
The man and woman we're
standing at the curb. Otto
watched them start out from
the curb to get aboard. A taxi
cab was passing the car on the
curb side. The couple was
wedged between. They said later
that the woman had become
frightened and had gotten too
close to the trolley. 1t tossed
her back almost to the curb.
Schultz saw the man stand
there with his mouth agape,
looking at the woman who laid
so still by the curb-side. He
saw the dust on the woman's
dress and the hair down over
her eyes.
His hands shook and his face
was whittier than flour as he
told the boss baker he was
quitting.
Otto talked in German. The
brooding fear in his eyes was
bright now.
did you see it?" he asked.
"They were smiling and talk
ing. Now she won't talk any
more, and he may never smile
again. She's dead. I can see
her now, as she laid there with
her hair in her eyes. I will
always see her, like that. I
could never work here again.
Never. Please give me my
money. Please"
Success Comes
Otto Schultz had always
been like that. Always afraid
of the one thing that everyone
must experience, but which no
one understands. Then an
even stranger thing happened.
Success came to Otto.
It happened in a furniture
polish shop. 1t was a small
place, but business was thriv-
ing. The owner was a fat
Bavarian. He made a friend
of the boy, and taught him a
great many tricks of the trade.
It was only natural that he
should be promoted from time
to time. And it was no more
natural that he should try
harder and harder as he climbed
each successive rung of the
ladder. He was out to make
good, and he did.
Peculiarly enough, as the mo-
notonous march Of time brought
Linn ever closer to inevitable
death, the old fear kept reced-
ing from his mind. Success, it
seems, made dying seem very,
very remote. Other people,
thought Otto Schultz, may die.
But, not I. I'm a success! Sue
cessful people never die. Only
failures die.
He was 40 when the Bava-
rian made him vice president.
He was still young in years,
but hard work, exhausting
work, had left plenty of scars
on him. He looked even shorter
now, and more stoop-shoul-
dered. The deep and dark eyes
were covered with thick lensed
glasses. And the brooding fear
was gone.
When the president of the
furniture polish company de-
cided to retire. Otto Schultz
bought his stock outright. His
very first act was to renarce
the concern, Schultz Furni-
ture Polish, Inc"
And as the old Bavraian
walked out of the factory for
the last time, he gave Otto a
few words of good advice.
Parting Advice
IT worked hard all my life, /"
he said, land I'm entitled to a
rest. I've got enough money to
last me for whatever length of
time is left. I'm leaving the
business, Otto, before the busi-
ANCHOR BAR TEETE
r. =: %E:.! VII: S:::I': y! =!