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Which Is More Worthwhile Earning: A Large Fortune Or The Esteem And Gratitude Of The Nation? This Question Is Prompted Anew By The Death Of Ex-secretary Of The Interior [franklin K.] Lane. He Remained In Public Service, Doing Most Noble Work, Until His Means Became Absolutely Exhausted, And He Died Before Having Had The Opportunity To Reaccumulate Any Bank Account.... He Died Leaving No Estate Whatsoever. Is What He Did Leave More To Be Desired, More To Be Coveted, Than A Fortune Reaching Into Six Or Seven Figures?

The Person Who Renders Loyal Service In A Humble Capacity Will Be Chosen For Higher Responsibilities, Just As The Biblical Servant Who Multiplied The One Pound Given Him By His Master Was Made Ruler Over Ten Cities.

A Certain Ultra-dignified Gentleman Of Unusual Prominence Carried Himself So Stiffly That Nobody Felt Free To Call Him By His First Name. He Quarreled With A Friend Of Earlier Days And From Then On The Two Never Spoke. The Day The Friend Died An Associate Found The Ultra-dignified Gentleman Staring Through The Window. When He Came Out Of His Reverie, He Soliloquized With A Sigh, ""he Was The Last To Call Me John."" Is Any Man Really Entitled To Regard Himself A Success Who Has Failed To Inspire At Least A Goodly Number Of Fellow Mortals To Greet Him By His First Name?

The Man Who Has Won Millions At The Cost Of His Conscience Is A Failure.

Talking Things Over Has Its Place In An Organization [but] So-called Conferences Are Being Grossly Overdone. One Executive Stops At The Desk Of Another To Tell Him, Perhaps, About The Wonderful Score He Made At Golf On Saturday Afternoon. This Chin-chin Immediately Becomes A Conference, And Neither The Office Boy Nor The Telephone Operator Must Disturb Either Gentleman. More Idle Gossip Is Indulged In At Many Business Conferences These Days Than An Old Wives' Sewing Circle Would Be Guilty Of.