ILLUSTRATIONS

“‘What is this anyway?  A George Cohan comedy?’” Frontispiece

“‘You’re a jealous blond,’ he laughed”

“He was the concentrated essence of do-it-now”

“‘Hi!  Hold that pose!’ called Von Herman”

“With a jolt Jock realized she had forgotten all about him”

“‘Well, raw-thah!’ he drawled”

“... became in some miraculous way a little boy again”

“Jock McChesney began to carry a yellow walking stick down to work”

“‘Good Lord, Mother!  Of course you don’t mean it, but—­’”

“‘Greetings!’”

“She laid one hand very lightly on his arm and looked up into the sullen, angry young face”

“He made straight for the main desk with its battalion of clerks”

“‘Let’s not waste any time,’ he said”

“He found his mother on the floor ... surrounded by piles of pajamas, socks, shirts and collars”

“‘Well, you said you wanted somebody to worry about, didn’t you?’”

PERSONALITY PLUS

I

MAKING GOOD WITH MOTHER

When men began to build cities vertically instead of horizontally there passed from our highways a picturesque figure, and from our language an expressive figure of speech.  That oily-tongued, persuasive, soft-stepping stranger in the rusty Prince Albert and the black string tie who had been wont to haunt our back steps and front offices with his carefully wrapped bundle, retreated in bewildered defeat before the clanging blows of steel on steel that meant the erection of the first twenty-story skyscraper.  “As slick,” we used to say, “as a lightning-rod agent.”  Of what use his wares on a building whose tower was robed in clouds and which used the chain lightning for a necklace?  The Fourth Avenue antique dealer had another curio to add to his collection of andirons, knockers, snuff boxes and warming pans.

But even as this quaint figure vanished there sprang up a new and glittering one to take his place.  He stood framed in the great plate-glass window of the very building which had brought about the defeat of his predecessor.  A miracle of close shaving his face was, and a marvel of immaculateness his linen.  Dapper he was, and dressy, albeit inclined to glittering effects and a certain plethory at the back of the neck.  Back of him stood shining shapes that reflected his glory in enamel, and brass, and glass.  His language was floral, but choice; his talk was of gearings and bearings and cylinders and magnetos; his method differed from that of him who went before as the method of a skilled aeronaut differs from that of the man who goes over Niagara in a barrel.  And as he multiplied and spread over the land we coined a new figure of speech.  “Smooth!” we chuckled.  “As smooth as an automobile salesman.”