Soot In The Flues


| March/April 1987



Soot In The Flues

Hi There! Here 'tis the March-April issue already into the New Year of 1987 Have you given up yet on your resolutions or are you hanging in there? I hope so and as we plan for the big year of more shows, reunions, steam-ups or what-have-you let's take time to promise ourselves we will be more thoughtful as to others and see how much joy we can bring in someone's life. Following is a short story entitled The Banker and the Beggar. A series of reverses had deprived him of money, possessions and finally of self-respect. He turned despairingly to begging extending an unsure hand with a few pencils in it at subway stations in downtown Manhattan.

One day an elderly banker dropped a quarter in the beggar's trembling hand, turned to go, hesitated and then wheeled on the mendicant with: 'I want to apologize for treating you as a beggar. You are a merchant, of course, and I came back to get the pencil I paid for.' The astonished peddler handed the banker five pencils and thanked him with wondering warmth.

Many months later the banker stopped into a small stationery store on the outer fringe of the Wall Street area. As he was about to leave after making a few minor purchases, the proprietor stopped him and said: 'I'm sure you won't remember me, but I will never forget you. Some time ago I was a subway beggar with a handful of pencils and you treated me as a business man a 'merchant' you called me. That remark gave me back my self-respect. From then on I refused gifts and really sold pencils lots of them and good ones, too. From this sidewalk business I saved my money, borrowed a bit more, and then opened this little shop. I'm beginning to make a go of it. And all because of a few words from you'.

And now on to the wonderful communications from our Iron-Men Family

Presenting some background and a desire for information, this letter comes from GEORGE WARE, 1765 Hoover Pike, Nicholasville, Kentucky 40356: 'I have been a subscriber to the IMA from about the beginning.

My father, Luther Ware and his two brothers operated two steam threshing rigs, a sawmill, did clover hulling and tobacco bed steaming.