JOHN PIERPONT MORGAN.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2662, 2 June 1908, Page 7

JOHN PIERPONT MORGAN.

A PEN-AND-INK PORTRAIT. John Pierpont Morgan is a big, a very big man, nearly, if not quite, six feet in height, with broad, heavy shoulders and thick-set figure. Rut the quick, impatient energy of his movements is so inconsistent with the idea of bulk that people seeing his movement do not realise his size. His features, large and strong and rugged, are set and immovable. His dark groy eyes glare straight before him. His heavy, dark, irregular eyebrows arc hyphenated bv the deepcut wrinkles from which a heavy, broad nose springs. A dark moustache, irregular and ragged, as if it had been bitten, straggles below the downward corners of a thin-lipped, tightly-set mouth. It is the figure of a man who would fight better with an axe than a raj.ier. The short, thick neck, tho big. heavy hands, the square, heavy jaws—even- limb and feature speak of masterful physical rather than of intellectual strength, the power that belongs to

UNRELENTING GRIP AND UNRELAXING EFFORT

rather than the power that comes of inspiration or genius. The figure of a man with a giant strength and the flook of a man who would use it like a giant. He may be seen striding quickly through the big ground-floor office with a keen look to right and left at the rows of clerks intent on their work, who know too much to look up at him as he passes to the glasspartitioned corner which serves him for a private office. Here he may be S"on at work—anyone may see him, since glass is transparent—at his desk in the corner furthest, from the window, rapidly going through the pile of STATEMENTS AND REPORTS and propositions awaiting him, and quickly passing them one bv one to his partners and assistants with tho briefest, cnrtest words of instruction or comment.

Bankers and financiers, railroad magnates, and other captains of industries come to see him. They arc m>t kept waitinr —no one is who has business with him, business that is worth his while. Seeing through the p'nss that he is at his desk, they enter straightway, say what they have to say in as few words as possi! lc —for he glares impatiently at even- round-about-word—receive their answers in fewer words still—" I'll do it," or "Sec Mr. Perkins about that." or "I won't do it,"—and retire to give way to THE NEXT UNANNOUNCED VISITOR. liut there is no man in the world so inaccessible to the person who has no business or brings no business. He smokes big black cigars incessantly whilo he works ; he drinks tea with his luncheon : he is fond of a good dinner ; he fancies collie dogs ; the name? he chooses for each of his yachts is the Corsair—almost the only circumstance with a touch of revelation that is known of him ; he is a devoted church member, and Sometimes takes tip the Collection at the Episcopalian church that be attends ; he is an enthusiast and conrnoisscir of art. as dealers and collectors all the world over of whatever is rarest and most expensive know well.— London " Evening News." '