--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 33 number: 8 published: 1930-06 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "*Improvement Era* 33, no. 8 (June 1930). Salt Lake City: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, June 1930." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera3308unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera3308unse curator_note: Internet Archive issue scan; advertising omitted. rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1930-06) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera3308unse publication_year: 1930 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1930, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Improvement Era, June 1930 THE IMPROVEMENT ERA Vol. 33-41 E^E June, 1930 No. 8 Edison's Sense of Humor T HOMAS A. ED- ISON, one of the greatest geniuses the world has known, defines genius as 99% perspiration and 1 % inspiration. One of his good natured mottoes is: "All things come to him who hustles while he waits." He believes in and has practised both of these suggestions eighteen hours a day for more working days than almost any other man living. His unremit ting toil, to use the words of Presi- dent Hoover, "has taken rivers of sweat from the backs of men and freed the hands of women from untold drudgery." His industry is an example to all ambitious young men. On the evening of October 21st a great international celebration was held in his honor, commemo- rating the fiftieth anniversary of the completion of the incandescent lamp. This was an event of his- toric importance and many mag- azines and daily newspapers carried sketches of the great inventor's life and commented on his marvelous achievements. L „N an article in the American Magazine of January, 1929, contributed by Irving Bacheller, is related, in Edison's own words, one of his early ex- periences which indicates his alert- ness of mind and his fine sense of humor. He was a news agent on the train that ran between Sag- inaw and Detroit. The story of his last trip is full of significance and abounds in the rarest humor. Significant, because it helped him to find himself, and to get into the path that led him to fame. Pass- ing through the smoker, his arms full of newspapers, he was stopped by a Southerner dressed like a sport and with a negro valet. By BRYANT S. HINCKLEY 'Boy, what ye got there?' he asked. 'Newspapers,' I answered. 'How many?' 'Thirty-four.' 'Chuck 'em out o' the win- dow,' he commanded. "I hesitated. "Chuck 'em out o' the win- dow,' he repeated. 'I'm able to pay for 'em.' 'Taking him at his word, I flung them through an open win- dow. "He lazily turned to the negro at his side, as if the vulgar details of business were beneath him, say- ing in a lordly tone: 'Nicodemus, settle with the boy.' "The colored man paid me. I returned to my trunk. I had never sold my papers with so little effort. I thought that I would try him again. I returned to the smoking car with a load of magazines that staggered me. I left none behind. "My customer saw me coming. 'Hello, boy, what ye got there?' he demanded. 'Magazines.' 'How many?' "I told him. 'Chuck 'em out o' the win- dow.' My stock was moving fast. I think that half a mile of the right of way was paved with literature. 'Nicodemus, settle with the boy,' my whimsical Southern friend commanded, as I returned empty-handed to his seat. "I understood the situation. My customer like many men of that time, on pleasure bent, was playing the part of a lavish Roman emperor. His little hobby was the creation of astonishment. I de- cided that if I had been chosen by fate to assist him to ride his hobby, far be it from me to lag behind. "I hurried back to my trunk. It was half full of novels. Some of them showed signs of wear. The brakeman helped me stack them in my arms. It was almost a wagonload. I was in the midst of an adventure as thrilling as any in the books I carried. I toiled into the smoking car with my burden. "Again the familiar words: 'Hello, boy, what ye got there?' 'Novels,' I answered. " 'How many?' "I gave the number. "Again the welcome order: 'Chuck 'em out o' the window.' "Gladly I chucked 'em. For a minute the air was full of mystery and bloody murder. Every tramp on that railroad must have become a walking library, and I'm sure that the section boss acquired a surprising familiarity with literature. "Once more I heard the princely command: 'Nicodemus, settle with the boy.' "I returned to an empty trunk. I closed and locked it for the last time. What should I do with it? I decided to try my luck once more. I dragged the trunk through the aisle to the smoking car. Every- one laughed as I bumped it through the door. "Again the familiar greeting: 'Hello, boy, what ye got there?' "Trunk,' I answered. "He smiled as he asked: 'How many?' " 'One.' 'Chuck it off the train.' "I dragged it to the platform and tumbled it to the right of way, and Nicodemus settled with me. I was out of the news-agent bus- iness for good." Taken from "Making Friends with Luck" by Irving Bacheller, American Magazine, Jan., 1929.