THEO'S GREAT CHOICE
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Theo was as good as his word.
That noon as he and Mr. Croyden sat at luncheon he remarked
mischievously:
"You did not tell me, sir, that you made C. C. ware here."
Mr. Croyden raised his eyes quickly and laughed.
"So they passed that joke on to you, did they?" he said. "C. C. ware
indeed! You young rascal! I have half a mind now not to send to your
mother that blue vase you admired so much."
"That blue vase! The one with the girl's head on it?" cried Theo. "Are
you really going to send it to Mother?"
"If you behave yourself I am," came grimly from the older man. "And if
she will let you come and visit us again some time."
"Oh, Mother'll be crazy over that vase. It is a corker!" exclaimed
Theo. "I can tell her how I saw them making it."
"You shall carry it back to her then, since you think she will like
it," declared Mr. Croyden. "That is unless you would rather select as
a present a piece of C. C. ware," he added humorously.
Theo smiled and shook his head.
"Or maybe you would prefer a bit of Samian ware, or jet ware, or
Rockingham ware, or yellow ware, or stoneware, or ironstone china, or
white granite, or Queen's."
"Jehoshaphat! Are there all those kinds of earthenware?"
"Yes, and that is not the full list, either," replied Mr. Croyden. "We
have a great many kinds of crockery, and as each variety has its
cheaper as well as its more expensive grades, it makes an almost
endless number of styles. The better types of white earthenware are
made from carefully selected and well mixed clays, and more nearly
approach porcelain, of which they are imitations. Often their design
is quite good and in consequence they fill a large place in many a
modest home. Indeed, although we ourselves do not go in for such
chinas we respect a well-made piece of earthenware, for the making of
good earthenware is an art in itself. Many a rule attends its
successful manufacture. For example, the bottom of a heavy piece must
not be too thick, or it will crack, because a tremendous strain comes
on the base when the clay begins to dry and shrink. The sides pull
from every direction, and therefore the bottom must be sufficiently
thin to be elastic, and sufficiently thick to be strong. And that is
only one of the problems to be faced by pottery and earthenware
makers. So you see they, as well as we, have troubles."
"I guess no business is without its troubles," observed Theo.
"No business that is interesting," answered Mr. Croyden. "It is
getting the better of such difficulties that gives zest to
manufacture, making it a constant field for man's fertile brain. I
think the old Italians were right when during the golden days of
Venetian history they recognized the intellectual status of
glass-makers, silk-makers, and the like; and accorded to such men the
same honors they did to those of noble rank. For, after all, the noble
was only what chance had made him; while the skilled artisan was what
he had made himself--a far more creditable thing, to my way of
thinking."
"And to mine!" agreed Theo.
"I am glad you feel that way," Mr. Croyden said, "because I am anxious
to have you view this industry not alone from its technical but from
its larger aspect. Did I not believe that I was doing something more
than just the humdrum task of making dishes I should speedily become
discouraged and decide my labor was not worth the strength I am
constantly putting into it. But every honorable industry is far more
than that. It is a monument to the men who conceived it and to those
who little by little developed the wonderful machinery that makes it
possible. Each perfect product it turns out voices the skill,
patience, and faithfulness of scores of workmen. More than that, an
industry is the weapon of the wage-earner--the means by which he and
his family are protected from want and unhappiness. Hence every
conscientious manufacturer performs a double service to mankind: he
gives to the world something that it needs, and he furnishes his
fellow-man with a means of livelihood. Regarded in this light it is
no unworthy calling to be a manufacturer."
"I think both the man at the head of the firm, and the men who share
in the work are doing their bit," put in Theo.
"The one is dependent on the other," affirmed Mr. Croyden. "It is a
matter of equality. In fact, it would be hard to tell which of the two
is the more indebted to the other--the employer or the employee. It is
in this spirit that I try to run this great plant. I blunder, it is
true; I suppose we all do that. But I sincerely believe labor should
have an honored place, and so far as I am concerned I give it one. If
I had a boy," Mr. Croyden's voice faltered, "If I had a boy," he
repeated more firmly, "he should be brought up to touch his cap to the
laborer as well as to the capitalist; and he should be made to feel
that the trade school is as praiseworthy a place as is the
college. The two simply furnish different types of education."
Theo acquiesced.
"Your father and I represent these two types," continued
Mr. Croyden. "When you grow up you will have to choose which of them
you will follow. I know you will choose wisely and well. But you must
never forget that it is the ideal behind what you do that transforms a
calling from a gray, dead, monotonous vocation into a glowing, living,
interesting career. You can be a routine doctor, seeing only the dull
round of aches and pains; or you can be the Great Physician who
continues God's work of healing on the earth. As for the
manufacturer--in this field, too, you can be the mere money-getter who
crowds down and ignores those who have helped him to amass his wealth;
or you can be the profit-sharer and co-worker. It all rests with
yourself. It will not be the fault of the task you choose but the
littleness of your vision if you dwarf your life and find your horizon
small."
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Long afterward Theo Swift remembered those words, and when on his
twenty-second birthday he entered the Trenton mills, there to be
trained to assume a partnership in the business, it was with the aim
that as a captain of industry he would serve his generation.
The Stories in this Series are:
THE STORY OF COTTON
THE STORY OF GOLD AND SILVER
THE STORY OF LUMBER
THE STORY OF WOOL
THE STORY OF IRON
THE STORY OF LEATHER
THE STORY OF GLASS
THE STORY OF SUGAR
THE STORY OF SILK
THE STORY OF PORCELAIN