ing to admit it—confession is good for the soul, as they say.
Maybe I should have drummed it into him long ago. I've got it on mighty straight inside information—in fact one of my best friends is acquainted with a man who knows the Rockefellers intimately—and he tells me that the Rockefellers,[1] people with all their jack, they bring their families up to be just as careful of money as any of us: they don't let their kids run away with the notion that it don't take any trouble to collect the dough.
Well, this gentleman related a significant little incident regarding the Rockefellers that he heard personally. Seems he was right there at the time. Here was old John D., probably with half the money-kings in the world waiting to see him, talking to young John D., just as simple and quiet as any one of us. And he said, and I've never forgotten his words—in fact I repeated them to Robby that day—the old gentleman looked at young John D., and prob'ly I imagine he put his
- ↑ First of the American ducal families.
