Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
After a time of hard work, he found he could afford a horse and cart and a helper. His wife kept the accounts. And so he gradually increased his business till he became a rich and powerful man.
T. Mellon, the son of a farmer, became a rich banker. After he had got a beautiful home of his own, Mr. Mellon had a little thatched cottage built in his park, the exact copy of the one in which his grandfather had lived in Ireland. He had this done to remind his son that his grandfather had been a poor man, but that there was nothing to be ashamed of in that. He said:
“Thrift, energy, and enterprise are the only things that can make you rich and keep you rich.” That is a good motto for every boy to remember and to carry out.
Captain Jacob Vandergrift was at first a cabin-boy on a river steamer. By good work he came in the end to be captain, as many a cabin-boy had done before.
When petroleum oil wells were discovered, he invented a kind of barge for carrying the oil, and finally invented pipes by which it could be laid on to the places where it was to be used. In this way he made a huge fortune.
Henry Frick, accounting clerk in a distillery, foresaw that the coke business was going to be a big thing, borrowed money, and invested in it and made a huge fortune.
Benjamin Jones, another Pittsburgh millionaire, began his career by tramping on foot to Pittsburgh, and worked for a year as receiving clerk in a steamer office in return for his board and lodging.
Mr. Henry Phipps, who is partner with Andrew Carnegie, also began as a poor boy, his father being a cobbler.
Mr. Westinghouse, who invented the brake which is used all over the world for trains, began as a poor man in Pittsburgh.
Russell Boggs, another millionaire there, used to drive a milk cart, selling his father’s milk in the streets. His partner, J. W. Marsh, drove a grocer’s cart by day, and learnt shorthand at night.
Mr. J. Heinz, who preserves vegetables and fruits, began by selling horseradish on a wheelbarrow.
I was taken over the great Carnegie steelworks by the manager, who was a sort of king of the whole place, but a king who was evidently beloved by his subjects.
Presently he pointed out to me a man perched up in a little seat, where he was working a hydraulic crane, and he said:
“That was my seat for a good many years.”
He, like so many other Pittsburgh men, had begun at the bottom as an ordinary labourer, but, by his energy and good work, had raised himself to be the manager of the whole of that vast business.
When I inspected the 1500 Boy Scouts at Minneapolis, they gave several new shows in their display. One of them was cooking “flapjacks,” or thick pancakes.
They had two small gas fires on the stage, and two Scout cooks went to work at each fire, and mixed their flour, made dough, and cooked the cakes very rapidly.
When cooked, they threw the flapjacks up and caught them again in their frying-pans, then threw them to each other and caught them in their pans, and then threw them out into the audience. Those who were lucky enough to get bits of them pronounced them “bully,” which meant jolly