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Show on say mi mmmmu clay I j Models by C. A. EEATY Words by GENE MORGAN SSl't Wild CARNEGIE. No bagpipes blew In days of yore when Andy left grim Scotland's shore with manner hopeful, yet so meek, his fortune in the west to seek. With all the worldly goods he had enclosed within a bag of plaid he landed at a Yankee dock and then proceeded to "take stock." The iron foundries of the day were small, 'twa's hard to make them pay and Pittsburg seemed upon the map a dot that broke a desert gap. Thence traveled this small, canny Scot who soon observed just what was what and set his hope, his soul, his heel upon that foundry product, steel. The story of his rise in life is equal to Napoleon's strife, so greatly did his wealth expand, he held a city in his hand and though it's none of our affair, he made the "Pittsburg millionaire." The need of reading he expounds and hands out dollars, francs and pounds to towns and hamlets o'er the globe that young and old may daily probe through volumes heavy, grave or light and educate themselves at night. We also know, in details vague, about his temple at The Hague where sages make a peace appeal 'gainst warships made of Andy's steel. (Copyright, 1912. by Universal Press Syn dicate.) V |