His astounding creative mentality seemed to give birth to successive world wonders as regularly as the birds nest in springtime and more or less familiar brain children include the telegraphic button repeater, stock-tickers, an electric pencil with motor for duplicating, the phonograph and waxen records, dictaphone and revolutionizing incandescent light, then the mechanism for taking moving pictures. To-day the speaking cinematographic pictures or kinetophone, steps confidently out of the laboratories at Orange, N.J., to mystify yet convince the incredulous and expectant populace.
Some years ago his friend John Murray paid his respects at New York and was well received by his former acquaintance. Requesting permission to inspect the interior economy of the “Western Union” telegraph office, Mr. Edison introduced him by letter to the proper person asking that every attention be shown him and adding “When Mr. Murray was an operator on the ‘G.T.R.,’ I was a news vendor.”
Thus does this unusual man round out a useful career, his balance an object lesson to conceited prigs and his wizard-like achievements an incentive to rising generations.
STARS IN THE CANADIAN PACIFIC RAILWAY FIRMAMENT
Sir George Bury, Vice-President; E. W. Beatty, K.C., Vice-President and General Counsel; R. Marpole, General Exec. Assistant, British Columbia; C. E. E. Ussher, Passenger Traffic Manager; W. R. MacInnes, Vice-President; W. Maughan, Assistant General Passenger Agent, Montreal; M. H. Brown, Division Freight Agent, O. D., Toronto; C. B. Foster, Assistant Passenger Traffic Manager, Montreal; Geo. McL. Brown, European Manager; J. T. Arundel, General Superintendent, O. D., Toronto.
A GIGANTIC HUMAN HIVE
Is the Canadian Pacific Railway Headquarters
To have one’s activities in office or household likened to the alertness and foresight of the bee is equivalent to a pronounced compliment. From time immemorial the beehive has ever been regarded by the peoples of Occident and Orient as the storehouse and base of the busiest little folks in the animal kingdom—as the distinctive emblem of concentrated industry, where laggards do not abound.
In Windsor Street, opposite the fine cathedral of St. Peter, Montreal, Quebec, stands a spacious stone castle, the handsome, towering Canadian Pacific Railway hive, and verily, it is alive with endeavor and swarms with the spirit of enterprise. Inhabited chiefly by king bees—and a few queens—this host of 2000 flaunt no iron crosses for inefficiency and here drones have no place.