VII 

 BUSINESS LIFE 



SOME years ago, an article appeared in the " Cos- 

 mopolitan Keview," entitled: "The Young 

 Man in Business." It was written by the editor 

 of the " Home Journal," Mr. Edward Bok. None 

 reading the article carefully could fail to mark two 

 qualities in it : the sincerity of the writer, and his 

 cock-a-whoop faith in his creed. Mr. Bok, I be- 

 lieve, came to America as a boy with no credentials 

 save those that are inscribed upon an honest face, 

 with no capital save health, strength, and common- 

 sense. To-day he is a rich man, widely known and 

 respected. Some people laugh at Mr. Bok because 

 he caters and caters successfully to a certain class 

 of readers. Perhaps he is, in a sense, the William 

 Whitely of journalism, the Universal Provider. 

 You may be sure that Mr. Bok never laughs at 

 himself — he has n't time. Life to him is a syno- 

 nym of effort. Watch Sandow when he is putting 

 up his three hundred pound bell ; you will mark 

 a frown upon his face. Singers are trained to 

 smile sweetly when warbling ; did you ever see a 

 tenor smile when he was standing on tip-toe at- 

 tacking the high "C"? Never. In fine, effort 

 warps and twists the face, as it warps and twists 

 the body. This was abundantly set forth between 

 the lines of Mr. Bok's paper. The writer spoke 



