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It was a turning-point in Edward Bok's life, as he felt at the time and as he saw more clearly afterward. He remained in touch with his friend, however, keeping him advised of his progress in everything he did, not only at that time, but all through his later years. And it was given to Edward to feel the deep satisfaction of having Mr.
One of the incidents connected with Edward Bok that Theodore Roosevelt never forgot was when Bok's eldest boy chose the Colonel as a Christmas present. And no incident better portrays the wonderful character of the Colonel than did his remarkable response to the compliment. A vicious attack of double pneumonia had left the heart of the boy very weak and Christmas was close by!
"Father," she said simply, and there, at his desk, sat Emerson the man whose words had already won Edward Bok's boyish interest, and who was destined to impress himself upon his life more deeply than any other writer. Slowly, at the daughter's spoken word, Emerson rose with a wonderful quiet dignity, extended his hand, and as the boy's hand rested in his, looked him full in the eyes.
There have since been other red-letter days in Edward Bok's life, but the moment that still stands out pre-eminent is that when two colored head waiters at the dining-room entrance, whom he had so often watched, bowed low and escorted the party to their table. At last he was in that sumptuous dining-hall.
This was not always possible, but he kept it before him as a rule to be followed rather than violated. One morning Bok's employer happened to come to the office earlier than usual, to find the letters he had dictated late in the afternoon before lying on his desk ready to be signed. "These are the letters I gave you late yesterday afternoon, are they not?" asked the employer. "Yes, sir."
He wrote out a list of the "hands" for Bok's guidance, which was placed in the centre of the table, and the party, augmented by the women, gathered to see the game. A baby had been born that evening in the steerage, and it was decided to inaugurate a small "jack-pot" for the benefit of the mother.
But as it happened upon this special occasion when Bok was introduced to him in his chambers in Tom Quad, Mr. Dodgson did not "want to be" delightful. There was no doubt that back of the studied reserve was a kindly, charming, gracious gentleman, but Bok's profession had been mentioned and the author was on rigid guard.
"Father," she said simply, and there, at his desk, sat Emerson the man whose words had already won Edward Bok's boyish interest, and who was destined to impress himself upon his life more deeply than any other writer. Slowly, at the daughter's spoken word, Emerson rose with a wonderful quiet dignity, extended his hand, and as the boy's hand rested in his, looked him full in the eyes.
Generally speaking and of course to this rule there are likewise exceptions, or as the Frenchman said, "All generalizations are false, including this one" a man got in this world about what he worked for. And that became, for himself, the rule of Edward Bok's life. XII. Baptism Under Fire The personnel of the Scribner house was very youthful from the members of the firm clear down the line.
One afternoon as he wandered into Bok's office, he was just putting his pipe away. The pipe, of the corncob variety, was very aged and black. Bok asked him whether it was the only pipe he had. "Oh, no," Mark answered, "I have several. But they're all like this. I never smoke a new corncob pipe. A new pipe irritates the throat.
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