Harlow Niles Higinbotham, represented, to a singular degree, the best citizenship of the second and third half-centuries of the Republic. Born on an Illinois farm October tenth, 1838; educated in his native state; serving as a volunteer soldier through the Civil War; employed by a small dry-goods house and working for it loyally and with perfect integrity until it had become one of the greatest merchandising firms in the world, and he one of its most active partners; responding with ardor to eve

The following article, suggested by the controversy over Mr. Barnard’s statue of Lincoln, was written for the New York Sun, and published in that paper during the summer of 1917 : I am impelled by your full-page illustrated article on Lincoln, and the artist’s representation of him to be given to a nation that believed in and sympathized with him and that desires to honor him and perpetuate his memory, to give you and the public my views: I was born in Illinois in 1838 and have always been a res

At the Commencement exercises of Lombard College, June fifth, 1901, Mr. Higinbotham delivered a eulogy in memory of the Rev. Dr. Otis A. Skinner, whom he called “my exemplar,” “my ideal of a grand and noble manhood,” “the most splendid and attractive man I have ever beheld.” As this address expresses intimately its author’s philosophy of life and death, we append the following extracts : We have been told by a world-famous student and philosopher that self-sacrifice is the surest means of securi

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 othe

Dear Mr. Higinbotham: I am sending you this book for several reasons. In the first place, I should like to have it serve as a token of that sense of pleasure which, in common with the rest of our townsmen, I feel to have you back in Chicago after months of absence in foreign lands. Then, again, I am glad to give you the book because I know that you will regard it with the appreciative and jealous tenderness which every author loves to see others bestow upon the creations of his brain and pen. Bu