"WHY don’t you call your magazine The Busy Man’s Magazine ? It seems to me that the name, Busy Man’s Magazine, suits the publication better than The Business Magazine. Business Magazine is just a trifle suggestive of the dry and technical, whereas your splendid monthly is anything but that.
The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces; let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored; and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.—Amen.
ON the twenty-second of November, 1905, the last spike in the main line of the Canadian Northern to Edmonton was driven, in the presence of the most interested crowd ever assembled in that remarkable country. Present at that spike driving was a big, black-haired man with streaks of gray and a square-set jaw; a man of striking build, after the pattern of the great labor leader, John Burns.
THAT Lieut.-Col. Pellatt of the Queen’s Own has been honored with knighthood will come as a surprise to few, and as a pleasure to many. Sir Henry Pellatt is a typical Canadian, and one who has been successful in many and different Unes of enterprise.
SIMEON ABBOTT, cabinet maker, when a young man, had some to Westopolis from New England. Big of frame, a hard worker, with considerable mechanical ingenuity, and a man of his word even in small things, he soon had a shop of his own in the growing city; and when in the west there arose a demand for better school appointments, he saw the opportunity and formed the Abbott School Desk Company.
IT has been said of us that we are not an artistic people. However that may be, it is certainly true that of the many arts which have found a home in England there are few more admired and none less cultivated than the ceraceous art, which has its chief, if not only, temple in West London.
I AM not orthodox in many things, and the public do not like that which is unorthodox. But I will say this, that in regard to the equipment for life, in regard to the doing of notable things, the maxims of political economy, applied) to business, are not worth much.
THE office boy is the “general manager of to-morrow" — that was the remark of the general manager of one of the largest furniture manufacturing houses in the world, in whose office I was sitting one afternoon. A small boy had come in, he had waited until the manager turned toward him.
Whatever your ambition, lad, However high the prize, Its mastery may yet be had By him who always tries. Does Fortune—with a roseal view,— Foretoken fair emprise? The dreamer’s fancy may pursue,— The plodder wins who tries. Would you attain to Learning’s lore, And be esteemed wise? By patient labor grows the store Of him who always tries.
WHILE to the great mass of mankind "Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care" is the period of rest, in which the overwrought mind recuperates and recovers its vitality, it would really seem as if the minds of some exceptional people are then most awake, for in sleep they have accomplished things which completely baffled them during their waking hours.
GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, IN APPLETON’S BOOKLOVERS MAGAZINE
THE best judge did not die with Brutus, but the impartial friend has not yet been born. For one to tell a friend’s faults would be ungenerous; to recount his virtues superfluous. As surely as a man’s sin will find him out, a man’s strength will be found out, If his light can be hidden under a bushel, we may be sure it is but a one candle power light.
FIRST crossing, to secure variation and break up established habits; then selection, to isolate and develop the new forms in which the master’s eye sees the indications of future usefulness, beauty and permanence-such is the formula for the transformation of the plant-world, whose beginnings have drawn all eyes upon Luther Burbank.
THE greatest idea in modern English life was evolved by a handful of starving men caught like rats in one of the forlornest spots on earth. There was a strike in the flannelmills of Rochdale. The English flannel-weaver was, and is, wretchedly underpaid; on what he earns in a month an average family might exist normally perhaps three days.
WHEN Robert A. Ammon, a member of the New York bar, was convicted, after a long trial, on the 17th of June, 1903, of receiving stolen goods he had, in the parlance of his class, been “due” for a long time. The stolen property in question was the sum of thirty thousand five hundred dollars in greenbacks, part of the loot of the notorious “Franklin Syndicate,” devised and engineered by William F. Miller, who later became the catspaw of his legal adviser, the subject of this history.
THE six-and-a-half millions of people who populate this huge London of ours are mostly poor. Yet they manage to waste unconsidered trifles enough to represent in £ s. d. a big fortune or two. Every man, woman, and child do their share in the great, unplanned scheme of loss.
IT is a pretty well-known fact that the automobile had its beginning, and in the first few years its chief development, in France, but just what the automobile means to France is little appreciated. It is known that every year a good many machines are manufactured and sold there, and at prices that must aggregate a good deal of money.
IT would be unkind to cast reflections upon the good work accomplished by newspaper pioneers in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. It would also be invidious to compare the rare individual examples of enterprise in those days with the almost universal enterprise of to-day.
"CHARLES DICKENS made Christmas,” said a veteran at St. Martin’s le Grand whose memory harked back to the early seventies and to the time when the festival had no perceptible influence upon the daily tale of letters passingthrough the post.
THE woman who must earn money, yet can not leave her roof-tree! She lives by the hundred in large cities, by the score in towns, and by the dozen in hamlets. She is not working for pin-money, but to meet the monthly demands of butcher, baker, and landlord.
THERE are five parts of trade: — First, there must be something to sell. Without something to sell, business is impossible. Second, there must be a place to sell it in. Without selling opportunity, there can be no business. Third, there must be somebody to sell it.
THOSE who live near rivers or harbors or along the coast see, perhaps, daily the buoys dotting the surface of the water, the lighthouses and lightships along the shores, and the little pilot boats which seem to sail aimlessly about, with big numbers on their sails; and while everyone knows, in a vague way, that all these things are to guide ships into port, yet very few know just how they all help the navigator.
WHAT a pleasing prospect for the office man of the future! He sits in his office surrounded by fireproof walls, floors, roof, window frames, doors, casings, desks, tables, cabinets, furniture, and, possibly, clothed in fireproof wearables.
IN connection with the pending tariff negotiations with the German Empire, a good deal has been said about the new and the old rates of duty in the German tariff, but comparatively little is known of the way the Germans “went at it.” Yet the history of the tariff revision in Germany is so characteristic of the individual and natural traits of the people of that country, and at the same time so instructive when compared with our own legislative methods, that a brief account of it may prove both entertaining to the layman who takes an intelligent interest in public affairs and interesting to our public men.
FARMER, fruitgrower, nurseryman, wholesaler, manufacturer, member of Parliament—these are some of the honorable titles belonging to Mr. E. D. Smith, member of Parliament for Wentworth, who alone of the opposition candidates weathered the bye-election gales of November 22 and will represent his native constituency at Ottawa for the remainder of the present Canadian Parliament.
Insist on yourself; never imitate. There is at this moment for you an utterance brave and grand as that of the colossal chisel of Phidias, or the pen of Moses or Dante, but different from these. If you can hear what these patriarchs say, surely you can reply to them in the same pitch of voice.
TWO years ago no Chicago teamster dared to appear on his waggon without wearing the yellow button of his union, the Teamsters’ Joint Council, which was the largest and most powerful union organization in the city. “As the teamsters go, all labor goes,” was the saying.
IT was of the titanic struggle between Germany and the United States in steelmaking—the basic industry of the world— that Charles M. Schwab was speaking. The president of the Bethlehem Steel Corporation — acknowledged master steelmaker of the age—had touched upon his recent visit to the great steel plants of Germany, and the subject seemed to stir him profoundly.
WHAT is a rebate? Strictly speaking, a rebate is a sum of money secretly paid back by a railroad company to a favored shipper as a refund upon his freight rate. And in this narrow sense, rebating is undoubtedly much less common than formerly. But the people, who are unaccustomed to making close distinctions—to whom stealing of any one of the seventeen kinds known to the law is still plain stealing—use the word “rebate” in a much wider sense.
DIFFERENT from all other great canals—as its country is different from other countries—is the Grand Canal of China. While Europe was settling down to the long lethargy of the Dark Ages, centuries before America was discovered, the Chinese began the construction of a waterway for internal communication which became and for many hundreds of years remained one of the engineering marvels of the world.
QUEER things come under the auctioneer’s hammer in cosmopolitan London. From an idol’s eye to a lock of Napoleon’s hair nothing is sacred to the auctioneer. It is odd, too, how the most gruesome relies will always find a ready sale—bloodstained garments and handkerchiefs worn by victims of assassinations or criminals on the scaffold or guillotine, bullets that have brought death, cases containing mummies, or skeletons, and so on.
THE non-acceptance of the Unitarian delegates by the Conference now in session in New York City under the title of The Federation of Churches is rightly regarded by our contemporaries as raising a very vital and important question. Thus, both the “Congregation alist” and the “Christian Advocate” make it a text for the discussion of the question, Who have “the right to the name Christian?”
A portrait of Ellis Parker Butler, author of the now famous story "Pigs is Pigs," is one of the features of the December number. The romantic serial “Prisoners," by Mary Cholmondeley, reaches its second installment. There is a pretty set of colored pictures depicting “The Child’s Christmas," while in an article on “The Story of American Painting," several very beautiful examples of the work of American artists are reproduced.
Last month a number of novels, having, business subjects as their themes, were referred to in this department. This month the scope of the department has been broadened and consideration has been given to a general range of fiction. The Fall season has been prolific of good fiction.