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railway. rates, differential rates, wharfage, a great big factor—a rock in the stream of steamboat facilities, crops-everything from co-operation. apples to cotton-mills. Back of that Cham-. Co-operation isn't charity,” he goes on. ber of Commerce there was

“You've got to feel the joy of being friends active as any man. He was an alert, blue- with your employees. The employer - who's eyed little individual who never

with them in spirit has no trouble; but the overcoat and who went about the streets with proud employer who looks down on his men a twinkle behind his spectacles and a hand will catch it if he doesn't watch out, even if he surreptitiously snatching from right coat pays the best wages in the world. Co-operapocket to mouth a supply of raisins.

tion is the remedy for our industrial ills, and Raisins are Charles M. Cox's dissipation. co-operation carries with it honest goodHe eats raisins when he is nervous; he eats fellowship, It's a poor system of civilization raisins when he is about to make a speech; anyway wherein a person born rich conhe eats raisins before meals, and after meals, ceives himself superior to the one a who for breakfast and at bedtime. He does not works; we've got to reverse that=we ought smoke; he does not drink. He goes blithely to reverse, it—and consider the worker 'way along his busy way with a smile on his face above the unworker." ; and his hand in his right coat pocket. One Every day into New England comes a found him, and still finds him, entertaining at train-load of grain consigned to the co-operathe City. Club, · One finds him in conference tive company of Charles. M. Cox, But one with Louis D. Brandeis, and other members; would not think, to go bounding over the of the Public Franchise League doing big hills with him in the Co-operative Corporation things for Boston and New England; aiding, touring car, that Charles M. Cox is president for instance, the Consolidated Gas Company of three or four corporations, one of them the to adopt a sliding scale whereby it is allowed biggest of its kind east of the Erie. He chats to increase its dividend in the measure that it , about the sunsets ;. he suggests that he saw, decreases its price for gas. Gas isn't a dol-. the day before a landscape by Tarbell with a lar in Boston now-it is eighty cents, and tree larger ten feet from the base thanat the Company is paying a nine per cent divi- the base. Strange,” he suggests, "is it dend; it is getting richer ; the

not ?" He side-steps talk about, Cox. He is are getting gladder.

a very modest corporation president.. He In Melrose Highlands, a little suburb at is a very modest Senator. He does not say the edge of Boston, one asks the station-, anything about having taken his co-workers master if he knows Charles M. Cox. The and helped them all he could. He would station-master takes his pipe from his mouth rather talk about the peculiar shade of ažure and wags his thumb over his shoulder at a: beyond the pines that climb the opposite hillhouse high up on a crag.

side ; he would rather snatch at a notebook “ Charles M. Cox," he says, “is the first and show skillfully how to "get" the bristles citizen of Melrose Highlands. I guess I do of a pine bough on canvas. know Charles M. Cox/ Good Lord, he's He is fifty-four years old; he is as young State Senator now !".

as he feels, as young as he looks, and à Everybody in Melrose Highlands knows good deal younger than he thinks he Charles M. Cox. He built a swimming-pool looks. At his Ipswich camp he' wiggles a for the kiddies; he supplied the ground for canoe paddle skillfully. He suggests that it a playfield; he's the friend of every native would be good fun to shoot the flimsy canoe from Geraldine Farrar to the station-agent. over the sluiceway of the dam;, he strips off He eats raisins, drives about in his automo- his clothes and hops, like a big bullfrog, into bile, makes friends. He doesn't champion clear water. Then he goes tramping: 'He raisin-eating ; but he is opposed to whisky.. tramps like Rudyard Kipling up and down drinking. He admits that raisins have not the dusty roads and chats all the way like. “made" him; he insists that, if all intoxi- David Grayson himself. cants were abolished, more employers would If there is an undistinguished citizen ; in understand more employees.

Boston who has been a; constructive social “Hard work and poverty make men worker, who has doctored and directed and drink,” he says, earnestly, “and I don't fostered all the good that there is in his much blame them ; but, just the same, the fact corporation family, who has done his share that they do drink holds them back, and it's for his community and town and State, that

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CHARLES M. COX 'This business teacher had suddenly harvested a group of revolutionary business ideas. . . . He is fifty-four years old ; he is as young as he feels, as young as he looks, and a good deal younger than he thinks he

looks. . . . Efficiency for him means what it is going to mean to all American business men-happiness


man is Charles M. Cox. He is a worthy them, hobnobbing in daytime with big busisocial worker. He is an exemplar to busi- ness men, entertaining at evening time celeb ness men all over the country. He has shown rities and salubrities who have ideas. He that the" tired business man" is a puzzlingindi- has been known to have F. Hopkinson Smith vidual with more enterprise than judgment, to dinner one evening, and the next evening who is pushing ahead so fast that he is kick- a group of settlement workers from the Civic ing the ground from under his feet and Service House in the North End of Boston. standing still —a self-pitying individual who Efficiency for him means what it is going to does not know enough to rest when he is mean to all American business men—happitired or to play when his day's work is done. “ The happy man is the efficient

Efficiency to Charles M. Cox is qualitative man,” says Charles M. Cox. “If you want and not quantitative. Simply to do things and efficiency, make your men happy. Give them make the dirt fly is to him the youthful stage- what you want yourself. Ethically this is the the foolish stage. Efficiency means for him right thing to do because it is the square the getting of the biggest conceivable result, thing to do; commercially it is the right thing and the biggest result comes only from the to do because it is the profitable thing to do. biggest man. He is not a philanthropist; he

From the time that I reorganized is not a publicist; he is not a preacher. He the company we have made money faster. is a pleasant little man with raisins in his Our business has grown by leaps, and right coat pocket, who is calmly going his business has become something closely akin to way, trusting his subordinates, entertaining pleasure. We like to do business our way.

It pays.



F course it was the Mater who an- voiced newsboys had startled Rome by O coronation of the new Pope. nounced that she was going to the announcing the death of Pius X. The


venerable ceremony of the Camerlingo had – Patricia and I—might do as we pleased, been observed—a ceremony in which a chosen but she was going to see the triple crown cardinal, a small silver hammer in hand, deals placed upon the head of Benedict XV, Vicar three symbolic taps upon the brow of the of Christ.

dead Pontiff, three times calling him by his We were in Rome, so was the Pope, so Christian name, and, after an impressive was Cardinal Gibbons ; so why shouldn't we pause, turning to the assembled prelates go ? Thus did the Mater argue. First we

pronounces the simple words, “The Pope is laughed at her, then marshaled our reasons dead.” for disbelief. We told her that it was impos- Pius X was an unostentatious, kindly man. sible—that it was not only impossible, but High and low grieved at his passing and absurd. Of course she couldn't go! We mourned him sincerely. Half Rome wore informed her that, owing to the unrest pre- black to honor him, some only a sable band vailing in Europe, the ceremonies were to be about the arm. On the walls were placards held in the comparatively small Sistine Chapel, on which, between two wide black margins, instead of in the unbelievable vastness of St. the people testified their loss. Peter's, the largest church in Christendom. At such a time how could days drag! These ceremonies were to be as simple as a We had moved, penniless at times, against a Papal coronation could be. A foreboding of somber background of war and rumors of war, disaster lay upon Italy like a vast shadow. made appallingly real by the endless regiments Invitations were as scarce as were Germans marching through the streets—thousands in Rome, which made them very scarce upon thousands of strong, manly fellows, filled indeed. All this we emphasized, but it availed with the vitality of Italian youth. Night after not. Come what might, the Mater was going night, fifes and drums awakened us from sleep to the coronation.

to rush to our balconies to behold numberless It seemed but yesterday that the loud- soldiers passing in the streets below, to hear


POPE BENEDICT XV 'He has none of the simplicity of his predecessor. He is an aristocrat, a believer in the power of rulers, both temporal

and spiritual, ... It will be interesting to see what he will do "


“For one entire day and part of another she had stood on the Piazza of St. Peter's awaiting the

announcement of the election of a new Pope the tramp, tramp, tramp of marching men, to her. The English said that it had been a or the clatter of cavalry and the rumble of charming day, and that in all their Roman heavy gun carriages; and often there had been experience they had never seen the Pincio so the stirring martial music of a distant band. beautiful.

It was not surprising that the days had Patricia and I kept silent, wondering what marched by at double-quick, and the corona- card the Mater had up her sleeve. We tion of the newly elected Pope was upon us recalled her vital interest in the Conclave almost before we realized that his predecessor and its ultimate decision. For one entire day was dead.

and part of another she had stood on the The Mater, with theatric foresight, chose Piazza of St. Peter's awaiting the announcethe pension table d'hôte as the most fitting ment of the election of a new Pope, which is opportunity to announce openly her deter- first made by the rising of a slender column mination to be present at the Papal corona- of white smoke from a pipe on the roof of tion. We had discussed the war, the invasion the Vatican, visible to the watching throngof France and Belgium, until we were sick at a column of smoke made by the burning of heart, and this new subject was seized upon the ballots. For one whole day the crowd with a grim effort to make the most of it, had waited patiently, swaying this way and shoving, if we could, the war momentarily that, and the Mater had waited with it, and aside.

we had waited with the Matei On this, the The Mater, having dropped her verbal second day of the Conclave, the piazza had bomb, sat back complacently to watch the been thronged until the sun set in golden effect. This effect was all she could have glory behind the largest temple in Christendesired. The Americans promptly said, dom, and Michael Angelo's dome floated “ Impossible.” The Italians gave her to above the church like a bubble blown by some understand that they had tried for invitations giant child. But night came on at last. No and failed, and so, of course, a foreigner had longer did the setting sun tip the fountain's no chance whatsoever. The lady from Bos- spray with prismatic colors. The lights began ton remarked that she had a friend who to tremble in the twilight of Bernini's colonknew Cardinal O'Connell's secretary, but nades that hold in their encircling arms the apprehended that this would be of meager help vast piazza. Then we knew that there would

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