In this issue of The Busy Man’s will be found articles on Vacation, Outdoor Life, etc. This is the season when our readers are planning their holiday trips and it is to assist them to derive the greatest benefits from these outings that we inserted such articles.
IN making a few suggestions that may help the man of business not only to enjoy, but to derive the maximum amount of benefit from his vacation, I have in mind the average business man, not the man upon whom fortune has smiled to the extent that business no longer has need of his services.
INGRAM yawned, put down his paper and moved toward his desk to finish some legal work that he had brought home from his office. He had scarcely time to glance at it when three white-robed figures filed into the room so silently that he was unaware of their presence until Natalie, the oldest, spoke.
Growing old is a kind of letting go; we let go our hold of many things to which we have been wont to cling; in other words, at about sixty—earlier with some persons, later with others—we reach the negative side of life and say "no” where we used to say "yes.”
THE Pacific salmon-pack year by year adds to the world’s wealth a sum greater than the combined output of all the gold mines in the Yukon. The canneries of the Culumbia alone paid out sixty million dollars in workers’ wages during the last quarter of a century and sent a hundred million dollars’ worth of canned salmon to the waiting breakfast tables of the world.
IT had always been understood that Cordelia was to write. The pen was a kind of legacy in her family, a Fletcher and a writer being almost synonymous. The understanding had been in a measure unconsciously expressed at the haptismal font, when she received the name of that ancestress who had shared with several other ladies the privilege of denomination as “The Tenth Muse,” a few centuries before.
MY name is George Cuthbert, and I am on the pay-roll of a large retail jewelry firm, though you would never guess that unless you had a daughter married, or celebrated your silver wedding, or something of that sort. Even then, when I presented myself at your house in frock coat or evening clothes you probably would pay me the compliment of momentarily doubting my introduction.
IT sometimes happens that a man disobeys instructions and is thereafter commended for his wisdom by his employer. It may be that the employer was misinformed as to conditions, or that there has been an unexpected change in the situation, or that, being no more infallible than any other mortal, he himself has made an error, and it thereupon becomes the duty of the employee to act with discretion and demonstrate that he has a brain of his own.
IT was only a string of fish. Who can explain its strange fascination, the witchery, the mysterious something that attracts to it? The happy-go-lucky boy stood on the sidewalk in front of my office with a fine catch of perch and blue gills strung upon a willow branch.
WE came on deck that morning into an impenetrable dun secrecy of fog. The leaden-gray and unrestful sea melted off into mystery a dozen yards from the steamer, whispering and chuckling plashily. Then, in the time of two breaths, the fog broke into soft bulks, lifted, and floated down the wind, the sun struck through, and we who had left familiar Boston only the night before looked out upon Summer morning in a strange land.
WHEN Jack first communicated to me the brilliant idea which he declared would bring us a fortune in about twenty years’ time, I was not particularly enthusiastic. I had my own ideas as to the wisdom of allowing one's life-partner to indulge in the pastime of hobby-riding.
THERE was, in a large tenement house somewhere in the region known as the “slums,” a certain janitress who for years had, among other services to the proprietor, rendered that of collecting rents. After giving proof of absolute honesty during a long period, she was suddenly arrested and accused of the following offence:
AN employer one day took stock of his working force. He was not receiving from his employes the work, the efficiency, the interest and the loyalty, that were due. He directed his confidential man to make a thorough investigation and report to him the condition of his organization, the cause of its inefficiency and faults, the action necessary as remedy.
“GIVE me a fulcrum, and I will raise the world” wrote Archimedes. Doubtless there is a great deal in what he said, but no one could put at his disposal the means for which he asked, and this, all things considered, was perhaps as well. Less ambitious than Archimedes, I am content to say:
ALMOST every day the truth of the old saying that there is nothing new under the sun receives fresh proof. The researches of archæologists have shown that the ancient Egyptians used bone collar studs and babies’ feeding bottles similar in shape to those made to-day.
ALTHOUGH the question of old-age pensions has over and over again been mooted and discussed in Britain, nothing of a practical nature has issued out of such deliberations. At present, provision for the workingman in his declining years is largely a matter of his own individual making.
MUNICIPAL ownership is not a campaign cry in Western Canada. It is a condition that excites no comment. It had no spellbinders to blaze its way. It is coeval with the cities wherein it exists, and that is to say, in almost every town from Port Arthur on Lake Superior to Calgary in the foothills of the Rockies, and Edmonton at the northern outpost of steam railway transportation.
AN even temperament is one of the best assets for any business man. Take a man who has what we call an even disposition and put him alongside the man who “goes off the handle” at slight provocation, and he will win out every time. Force and activity are essential to the success of any man.
MEN who have seen war in the field smile when they think of The Hague. We know that although the dove may be permitted to hover around to eaves Infinite Satire will be the presiding genius of the counsel chamber. The relative importance of each delegate will be measured solely by the killing power of the nation which he represents; for heavy is the tax which international society lays on the “climber.”
IF the stars came out only once a year we would all go out to look at them. This thought was suggested in glancing at the career of many prominent business men—men who are superlative successes and who are really not identified with public life; men whom we know well, see every day, move with, live with in very truth—yet for this very staleness of custom fail to appreciate their bigness, their real worth and their service to the world.
An interview given by Andrew Carnegie to Herbert N. Casson, author of "The Romance of Steel and Iron in America”
“WHEN you ask me what business really means,” said Mr. Carnegie, in answer to my question, “I would begin by saying that the root of business must always be service to the community. The real business man is one who furnishes some commodity that the community needs.
THE case may be stated briefly as follows: Abe Beeson had a country store in Arkansas. Abe Beeson carried insurance to the amount of three thousand dollars, divided equally among three companies. Abe Beeson’s idea of insurance was that, in case of fire from any cause, he was entitled to three thousand dollars cash at once, but that insurance companies would always try to beat a man out of what was due him.
IT happened because at the psychological moment, when we had accepted an invitation for a ten-days’ yachting trip with the Van Arsdales, the nurse’s second cousin fell off a ladder, fractured three ribs, and was carried home in an ambulance.
A TRAIN of Pullman coaches mounted upon a single row of wheels beneath the centre of each car, running upon a single rail, now dashing up or down hill, now taking a "bridge” consisting of a mere thread of steel strung a hundred feet above the glistening surface of a river and all the time dashing onward at a speed of from 60 to 140 miles an hour; this is the sort of a train in which you may ride in the future.
IT is generally supposed that after his thirtieth year, it is the bounden duty of a good citizen to settle down as soon as possible into the stereotyped decorum of middle age. I am happy to say that in my own case I have found this view of affairs to be quite incorrect.
WITH a long-drawn “Whoa!” the driver pulled up. We were on the slope of a low pass which seemed to separate two vast vales. To the south were bluffs covered with poplar, just turning from green to gold. To the north, perhaps a hundred feet below, lay a lake dotted with wooded islands, and along its farther shores we could see the scattered homes of many settlers.
LOTS of people have showed a consuming curiosity over the Bill Bruner business, and why he wasn’t cinched when the gang he headed was broke up and scattered. I know why, all right, and I’m here to elucidate. I’m some patriotic, and so when old Cullen, the sheriff, hazed me into a corner at Malta and asked me if I wouldn’t help round up Bill Bruner and his gang, and said his deputy was laid up with a boil on his neck, and wouldn’t I help him out, I permits my self to be swore in—especially when Cullen remarks that there’s good money in it if we bring in Bill Bruner and collect the reward, which he said he’d split in the middle with me.
ONCE in a great while a man appears like Da Vinci, who, besides his devotion to painting and sculpture, excelled in architecture, engineering, mechanics generally, botany, anatomy, mathematics and astronomy. He also was a poet and a splendid performer on the lyre.
IF the people in this world knew today the power of right, generous, clean thoughts and the retarding stumbling power of wrong, fearful, hard thoughts, they would, methinks, turn on the searchlight of wisdom. They would find out just what and how they are thinking and thus stem and turn the tide of thought into healthy, loving channels, gaining for themselves and those around them, better health, morals, higher and more spiritual understanding.
Intercolonial Railway’s Series of Booklets Attractions of the Maritime Provinces for the Tourists and Sportsmen— Well Illustrated and Excellently Printed Booklets, Which Should be Read by All
Eastern Canada possesses attractions for the tourist and sportsman unsurpassed by any other portion of North America. Glowing skies, magnificent coast scenery, behind which lurk lovely harbors, rivers leading to lakes which Frechette calls “sapphires dropped from the caskets of fairies”; forests of pine, spruce, waying birch and “quivering poplar,” dark cedar and brilliant maple, and withal the cool air, which is life to the weary resident of the city who is fortunate enough to visit this land.
IN the pioneer days of Canada the matter of store fixtures was of minor importance to the average storekeeper and was looked upon more as a luxury than a necessity. Few merchants could in any way realize the benefit that might be derived by the adoption of new and modern fittings for the purpose of store fixture economy.
QUANTITATIVE PUNCTUATION. By J. D. Logan, A.M., Ph.D. Toronto: William Briggs. 50 cents. A new method of punctuation, doing away with use of the colon, semi-colon and exclamation point, by using the short sentences of modern-spoken English, in prose composition.
Here is some cynical advice to the young’ man who has become engaged: Young man, don’t be cast down. You will have greater need to be castiron. Though you have unfortunately caught the one you were chasing, look on the bright side of the incident.