Music Trade Review
Issue: 1910 Vol. 50 N. 3 - Page 5
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TH
MUSIC TRADE
W
E still hold life very cheaply in this country and the railroads
kill and maim a small army annually.
In the factories, too, men oftentimes, through personal care-
lessness and indifference, are killed or injured.
In this connection Safety, the modest publication of the Museum
of Safety and Sanitation, says "the deaths and maimings last year
were at the rate of 1,370 daily, or a total of five hundred thousand
people," and that one-half of these were preventable.
To send a poor man to court borders on mockery, for, as Presi-
dent Taft has pointed out, the elaborate system of appeals deprives
the man of modest means of all hope of obtaining justice. When
successful, the injured persons receive scarcely $500 on an average,
and those who have had experience with cases based on contingent
fees need not be told that the net result to the sufferer is about $200.
The community loss from preventable accidents is prodigious,
insurance authorities placing it for 1908 at $125,000,000, exclusive
of the great sums spent in courts. Passing the contention that if
the method of compensation were systematized the loss would not
be any greater to employers than it is now, the present practice i is
crude and not designed to lessen the number of accidents.
The employer takes out a policy in the liability company, and
so long as its requirements are met he feels he has done his full
duty. The company is not particularly concerned about decreasing
accidents below a certain point; if there were none, its occupation
would be gone. Its business is to keep down the payments for
benefits.
If workmen, employers and the people knew that they would
be taxed for accidents, all would be alert to prevent them. We
would soon see repeated in this country what is the practice in
Germany—inventive genius offered inducements to apply itself to
the safeguarding of life and limb. Under existing conditions they
are held so cheap in the industrial world that it is a reproach to our
civilization. As Safety implies, if any of what we call the de-
cadent races were to allow the inhabitants of a city the size of Balti-
more to be killed or injured each year, the nations of Christendom
would interfere in the name of humanity and even peace advocates
would declare the war sanctified.
P
ENSION insurance is now becoming recognized by great cor-
porations in this country.
As remarked by The Review, we have one man who for many
years has been an active force in this trade who was the first to
establish and adopt methods of profit-sharing and insurance which
have since been incorporated into the official acts of a number of
leading corporations.
Alfred Dolge, who was himself a close student of social eco-
nomics, devised a scheme whereby his employes would share in his
profits.
He also had a system of pensioning aged employes.
So far as we know, no one in this country up to that time had
originated such a plan.
Therefore, Dolge stands as the creator of that system in this
country.
Representatives of the German Government wrote to him con-
cerning it, and to-day the German pension system is recognized as
one of the most beneficent systems of the German Empire.
Corporation after corporation in this country have adopted these
plans to their own special requirements and last week the New
York Central Railroad added eight hundred old employes to its
pension list.
Now, this shows plainly how the whole industrial world is
recognizing its obligations to the workmen.
All of these plans are steadily developing and by and by there
will be no suffering brought about through old age.
The pension systems \vill take care of all that.
A
S the reports come steadily in it is easy to be seen that more
pianos were manufactured last year than many had figured.
The number will exceed over a quarter of a million, as stated
in The Review of last week, and it may be that when our reports
are all in that the record will show a very material advance from
these figures. •
At least it is certain that IQOQ was a good piano year from the
vantage ground of output and indications point to a big record for
the New Year.
Certainly it will be safe to say that all records will be broken,
REVIEW
5
IN LIGHTER VEIN
AS IT HAPPENED.
Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
Put up a bluff at raking hay;
But on the highroad kept an eye
In case a judge came riding by,
And, sure enough, a judge did pass
At forty miles an hour, alas!
It gives to romance quite a jar,
The modern honk-honk touring car.
Jt's absurd to talk about there being any shaking of the plum tree in
City Hall these days. Why, someone has even carried off the tree.
"You can't get something for nothing."
"Oh, 1 don't know," replied the boy. "How about the toothache?"
Host—what, leaving already? And must you take your wife with
you, too?
Mr. Parvenoo (trying to be genteel and polite)—Ah, yes, I am truly
grieved to say I must.
LITERARY CATASTROPHE.—"Hear about Perkins? Pretty tough."
"No. What?"
"The poor fellow dropped into the vernacular, bumped against a hard
word, and split his infinitive."
THE LATEST IN HOME RULE.—"Own up, now. Who's the head
of your family?"
"My wife used to be," admitted Mr! Enpeek. "But since my daughters
are grown we have a commission form of government."
NOT GUILTY.—It was 4 a. in., and Bilkins crept softly Into the house
and removed his shoes, but as he tip-toed up the stairs one of the treads
gave a loud creak.
"Is that you, John?" demanded Mrs. Bilkins from above.
"No, my love," replied Bilkins. "It's the stairs."
A charming, well-preserved widow had been courted and won by a
physician. She had children. The wedding day was approaching, and it
was time the children should know they were to have a new father. Call-
ing one of them to her she said: "Georgie, I am going to do something
before long that 1 would like to talk about with you." "What is it, ma?"
asked the boy. "I am intending to marry Doctor Jones in a few days,
and
" "Bully for you, ma! Does Doctor Jones know it?"
FISHING IN PALESTINE.—One of Private John Allen's favorite
stories is about a Georgia bishop.
One of the members of the bishop's church met the reverend gentle-
man one Sunday afternoon and was horrified to find the bishop carrying a
shotgun.
"My dear bishop," he protested, "I am shocked to find you out shoot-
ing on Sunday. The Apostles did not go shooting on Sunday."
"No," replied the bishop, "they did not. The shooting was very bad
in Palestine, and they went fishing instead."
THE VULNERABLE POINT.—Mrs. Holt could be depended upon at
almost any time to say the wrong thing with the best intentions in the
world. "Nobody minds what poor dear Fanny Holt says," her friends
told each other when repeating her remarks. "We know she means all
right."
"Isn't it queer how differently things affect people?" one of Mrs.
Holt's neighbors said to her the day after a "beach picnic." "We both
got tired to death, you and I, but you say you've had just a little bit. of
indigestion, while I have this fearful blind headache."
"Why, that's perfectly natural," said Mrs. Holt, cheerily. "Of course,
when people are tired out, it goes straight to the weakest part of them;
mine Is my stomach, and everybody knows yours is your head, poor dear!"
Imagination in some people is exceedingly s-trong. One day recently
a local physician was talking to a friend about the power of it. "Will,"
said the doctor, "you have about the strongest imagination I ever knew
of." "My imagination isn't very strong," replied the other. "Yes, it is;
some day I'll prove it to you," said the physician. A week later the two
men were walking downtown together, when the doctor handed his friend
a cigar. "It's mighty strong. Will," he said; "so strong, in fact, that the
same brand frequently makes me sick; but it's all I have." The other
smiled. "It won't make me sick," he said. He lighted the cigar. Just
as they were about to part the doctor said: "Will, you're looking pale
around the 'gills'—what's wrong?" "Frankly," said the other, "that cigar
has made me slightly ill; I never smoked as strong a weed." It was the
doctor's turn to smile. "That's one of the mildest cigars made," he said.
"I was just trying to show you how strong your imagination is." The
doctor's friend got over his illness at once. "Well," he said, "you've
done it."
TH
MUSIC TRADE
W
E still hold life very cheaply in this country and the railroads
kill and maim a small army annually.
In the factories, too, men oftentimes, through personal care-
lessness and indifference, are killed or injured.
In this connection Safety, the modest publication of the Museum
of Safety and Sanitation, says "the deaths and maimings last year
were at the rate of 1,370 daily, or a total of five hundred thousand
people," and that one-half of these were preventable.
To send a poor man to court borders on mockery, for, as Presi-
dent Taft has pointed out, the elaborate system of appeals deprives
the man of modest means of all hope of obtaining justice. When
successful, the injured persons receive scarcely $500 on an average,
and those who have had experience with cases based on contingent
fees need not be told that the net result to the sufferer is about $200.
The community loss from preventable accidents is prodigious,
insurance authorities placing it for 1908 at $125,000,000, exclusive
of the great sums spent in courts. Passing the contention that if
the method of compensation were systematized the loss would not
be any greater to employers than it is now, the present practice i is
crude and not designed to lessen the number of accidents.
The employer takes out a policy in the liability company, and
so long as its requirements are met he feels he has done his full
duty. The company is not particularly concerned about decreasing
accidents below a certain point; if there were none, its occupation
would be gone. Its business is to keep down the payments for
benefits.
If workmen, employers and the people knew that they would
be taxed for accidents, all would be alert to prevent them. We
would soon see repeated in this country what is the practice in
Germany—inventive genius offered inducements to apply itself to
the safeguarding of life and limb. Under existing conditions they
are held so cheap in the industrial world that it is a reproach to our
civilization. As Safety implies, if any of what we call the de-
cadent races were to allow the inhabitants of a city the size of Balti-
more to be killed or injured each year, the nations of Christendom
would interfere in the name of humanity and even peace advocates
would declare the war sanctified.
P
ENSION insurance is now becoming recognized by great cor-
porations in this country.
As remarked by The Review, we have one man who for many
years has been an active force in this trade who was the first to
establish and adopt methods of profit-sharing and insurance which
have since been incorporated into the official acts of a number of
leading corporations.
Alfred Dolge, who was himself a close student of social eco-
nomics, devised a scheme whereby his employes would share in his
profits.
He also had a system of pensioning aged employes.
So far as we know, no one in this country up to that time had
originated such a plan.
Therefore, Dolge stands as the creator of that system in this
country.
Representatives of the German Government wrote to him con-
cerning it, and to-day the German pension system is recognized as
one of the most beneficent systems of the German Empire.
Corporation after corporation in this country have adopted these
plans to their own special requirements and last week the New
York Central Railroad added eight hundred old employes to its
pension list.
Now, this shows plainly how the whole industrial world is
recognizing its obligations to the workmen.
All of these plans are steadily developing and by and by there
will be no suffering brought about through old age.
The pension systems \vill take care of all that.
A
S the reports come steadily in it is easy to be seen that more
pianos were manufactured last year than many had figured.
The number will exceed over a quarter of a million, as stated
in The Review of last week, and it may be that when our reports
are all in that the record will show a very material advance from
these figures. •
At least it is certain that IQOQ was a good piano year from the
vantage ground of output and indications point to a big record for
the New Year.
Certainly it will be safe to say that all records will be broken,
REVIEW
5
IN LIGHTER VEIN
AS IT HAPPENED.
Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
Put up a bluff at raking hay;
But on the highroad kept an eye
In case a judge came riding by,
And, sure enough, a judge did pass
At forty miles an hour, alas!
It gives to romance quite a jar,
The modern honk-honk touring car.
Jt's absurd to talk about there being any shaking of the plum tree in
City Hall these days. Why, someone has even carried off the tree.
"You can't get something for nothing."
"Oh, 1 don't know," replied the boy. "How about the toothache?"
Host—what, leaving already? And must you take your wife with
you, too?
Mr. Parvenoo (trying to be genteel and polite)—Ah, yes, I am truly
grieved to say I must.
LITERARY CATASTROPHE.—"Hear about Perkins? Pretty tough."
"No. What?"
"The poor fellow dropped into the vernacular, bumped against a hard
word, and split his infinitive."
THE LATEST IN HOME RULE.—"Own up, now. Who's the head
of your family?"
"My wife used to be," admitted Mr! Enpeek. "But since my daughters
are grown we have a commission form of government."
NOT GUILTY.—It was 4 a. in., and Bilkins crept softly Into the house
and removed his shoes, but as he tip-toed up the stairs one of the treads
gave a loud creak.
"Is that you, John?" demanded Mrs. Bilkins from above.
"No, my love," replied Bilkins. "It's the stairs."
A charming, well-preserved widow had been courted and won by a
physician. She had children. The wedding day was approaching, and it
was time the children should know they were to have a new father. Call-
ing one of them to her she said: "Georgie, I am going to do something
before long that 1 would like to talk about with you." "What is it, ma?"
asked the boy. "I am intending to marry Doctor Jones in a few days,
and
" "Bully for you, ma! Does Doctor Jones know it?"
FISHING IN PALESTINE.—One of Private John Allen's favorite
stories is about a Georgia bishop.
One of the members of the bishop's church met the reverend gentle-
man one Sunday afternoon and was horrified to find the bishop carrying a
shotgun.
"My dear bishop," he protested, "I am shocked to find you out shoot-
ing on Sunday. The Apostles did not go shooting on Sunday."
"No," replied the bishop, "they did not. The shooting was very bad
in Palestine, and they went fishing instead."
THE VULNERABLE POINT.—Mrs. Holt could be depended upon at
almost any time to say the wrong thing with the best intentions in the
world. "Nobody minds what poor dear Fanny Holt says," her friends
told each other when repeating her remarks. "We know she means all
right."
"Isn't it queer how differently things affect people?" one of Mrs.
Holt's neighbors said to her the day after a "beach picnic." "We both
got tired to death, you and I, but you say you've had just a little bit. of
indigestion, while I have this fearful blind headache."
"Why, that's perfectly natural," said Mrs. Holt, cheerily. "Of course,
when people are tired out, it goes straight to the weakest part of them;
mine Is my stomach, and everybody knows yours is your head, poor dear!"
Imagination in some people is exceedingly s-trong. One day recently
a local physician was talking to a friend about the power of it. "Will,"
said the doctor, "you have about the strongest imagination I ever knew
of." "My imagination isn't very strong," replied the other. "Yes, it is;
some day I'll prove it to you," said the physician. A week later the two
men were walking downtown together, when the doctor handed his friend
a cigar. "It's mighty strong. Will," he said; "so strong, in fact, that the
same brand frequently makes me sick; but it's all I have." The other
smiled. "It won't make me sick," he said. He lighted the cigar. Just
as they were about to part the doctor said: "Will, you're looking pale
around the 'gills'—what's wrong?" "Frankly," said the other, "that cigar
has made me slightly ill; I never smoked as strong a weed." It was the
doctor's turn to smile. "That's one of the mildest cigars made," he said.
"I was just trying to show you how strong your imagination is." The
doctor's friend got over his illness at once. "Well," he said, "you've
done it."
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