APPENDIX C
THE MAN WHO DID ME A GOOD TURN
Written by Dr. Frank Crane
Is there any feeling quite like that with which you pick up the Morning Paper?
You yourself, child of mystery, have just come from a brief visit with Death, in the house of Sleep, and are upon the stoop of another Day, and when you look at the Paper, it is as if your hand lay upon the latch that opens the Door of another Room in that great House of Adventure—Life.
What will you see? Kings fallen? New wonders of strange lands? Another crime? What new shifting in the kaleidoscope of Fate?
The other day I read that Harlow N. Higinbotham, sometime President of the World’s Columbian Exposition, man of affairs, wealth, business, and philanthropy, had died. At eighty-two years of age, still active and vigorous, he had fallen beneath an automobile in the street.
This is not the story of his life. Others will write his biography. They will tell of his plans, achievements, honors.
But certain men, to you, are types. They are symbols. Whatever may be their order in the usual chronicle of the world, to you they stand for a point of sentiment, a mark of an idea.
Harlow N. Higinbotham will always be to me the concrete representative and ikon of
“The Man Who Did Me a Good Turn.”