What is needed now is a line of colleges in the North that will
do for white folks what Booker T. Washington does for the colored. And
the reason we do not have such schools is because we have not yet
evolved men big enough as teachers to couple business and books.

The men who can make money can't teach, and those who can teach can't
make money. The man of the future will do both. Tuskegee has no
servants, no menials, and employs no laborers. The work of housing and
feeding two thousand persons is all student labor. This is a great
achievement. But the university that is to come will go beyond Tuskegee
in this: it will supply commodities to supply to the world what the
world wants.

Three or four hours of manual labor a day will not harm either the body
or the brain of a growing youth. On the other hand, such a course will
give steadiness to life. This labor will be paid for, so the student
will be independent of all outside help at all times. Thus will it make
for manhood and self-reliance.

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Mr. Carnegie's success, like that of every master businessman, has
turned on his selection of men. He has always been on the lookout for
young men who could carry the Message.

His success proves his ability to judge humanity. Whenever he was sure
he had the genuine article he would tender the young man an interest in
the business, often a percentage on sales or output. This was the plan
of Marshall Field.

By this method he transformed a good man into a master, and bound the
man to him in a way that no outside influence could lend a lure. The
only disadvantage in this, Mr. Carnegie says, is that when the young man
becomes a millionaire you may have him for a competitor, but even with
this risk, it is much wiser than to try to carry all the burden
yourself. A multimillionaire should raise a goodly brood of
millionaires, and of necessity does. Wise is the man who sees to it that
he has an understudy.

Once upon a time, along in the Eighties, Mr. Carnegie got somewhat
overworked and took a trip to Europe. Just before going, he went around
and bade good-by to each of the Big Boys who ran the mills. One of these
was Captain William Jones, more familiarly known to fame as plain Bill
Jones. "Bill," said Mr. Carnegie, "I'm a bit weary and I feel I must get
away, and the only place for me to go is Europe. I have to place an
ocean between me and this mighty hum of industry before I can get