Child abuse -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
"Dreams! Behind every big thing that's ever happened was a dream! The
Universe itself was first of all just an idea in the mind of Almighty
God. In His wisdom and love He left it to man to work out other plans
less grand. And who's ever been great that didn't dream? First you dream
a thing; then you do it. Take Samuel Morse, for instance. He had a
wonderful thought. Next, with his telegraph, he'd constructed the nerves
of the world! And there's Mr. Marconi. Not so long ago, they'd have
burned him as a gentleman witch!
"Imagination! I've no doubt you've often envied Aladdin his wonderful
lamp? (They're not making so many of those lamps these days!) But, boy
dear, every lad's got a lamp that's just as wonderful! The lamp of
knowledge. Get knowledge, John. Then--_rub it with your imagination_.
"And look at all the marvels that lie about you waiting to help! The
books, the paintings, the schools, the churches, the universities, the
music, the museums, the right kind of plays--they're all right here in
New York City. Why, lad dear, even the shops are an education, with
their rugs, and their fine weaves, and furniture, and crystal, and
china, and all the rest of it. Think of having such a city just to go
out and walk around in! And you'll not cast aside a single opportunity!
"So what of your future? Here! Take Father Pat's hand, and shut your
eyes, and we'll go on an Aladdin trip together, this to see what became
of certain other poor little boys. Here's a wonderful office, and a man
is sitting at his desk. He heads one of the biggest concerns in the
world, he's cultured, and generous, and a credit to his country. Suppose
we go back with him thirty years. Oh, look, lad! _He's selling
newspapers!_
"We're off again. We're in a room that's lofty and grand. And looking at
a man in a solemn mantle. He's high in our nation's counsels, he's
honored, and known by the whole world. He's a Justice of the Supreme
Court of the United States of America. Let's go back with _him_ thirty
years. Dear! dear! what do we see! A poor, little, tattered youngster
who's driving home the cows!
"Ah, Johnnie, lads don't get on by having things soft. Give a lad a
hundred thousand dollars, and it's likely you'll ruin him. Let him
_make_ a hundred thousand, _honestly_, and--you've got a man!
"Seldom do the sons of rich men distinguish themselves. Theodore
Roosevelt did (he that said, 'Don't go around; go over--or through').
And, yes, I recall another--that fine gentleman who was a great
electrical engineer, Peter Cooper Hewitt. But most of the big men in
this country were _poor boys_. Having to struggle, they grew strong.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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