But service with such men generally means drawing a check for some worthy cause, and nothing more.Edward Bok never belittled the giving of contributions--he solicited too much money himself for the causes in which he was interested--but it is a poor nature that can satisfy itself that it is serving humanity by merely signing checks.There is no form of service more comfortable or so cheap.Real service, however, demands that a man give himself with his check.And that the average man cannot do if he remains in affairs.
Particularly true is this to-day, when every problem of business is so engrossing, demanding a man's full time and thought.It is the rare man who can devote himself to business and be fresh for the service of others afterward.No man can, with efficiency, serve two masters so exacting as are these.Besides, if his business has seemed important enough to demand his entire attention, are not the great uplift questions equally worth his exclusive thought? Are they easier of solution than the material problems?
A man can live a life full-square only when he divides it into three periods:
First: that of education, acquiring the fullest and best within his reach and power;Second: that of achievement: achieving for himself and his family, and discharging the first duty of any man, that in case of his incapacity those who are closest to him are provided for.But such provision does not mean an accumulation that becomes to those he leaves behind him an embarrassment rather than a protection.To prevent this, the next period confronts him:
Third: Service for others.That is the acid test where many a man falls short: to know when he has enough, and to be willing not only to let well enough alone, but to give a helping hand to the other fellow; to recognize, in a practical way, that we are our brother's keeper; that a brotherhood of man does exist outside after-dinner speeches.Too many men make the mistake, when they reach the point of enough, of going on pursuing the same old game: accumulating more money, grasping for more power until either a nervous breakdown overtakes them and a sad incapacity results, or they drop "in the harness," which is, of course, only calling an early grave by another name.They cannot seem to get the truth into their heads that as they have been helped by others so should they now help others: as their means have come from the public, so now they owe something in turn to that public.
No man has a right to leave the world no better than he found it.He must add something to it: either he must make its people better and happier, or he must make the face of the world fairer to look at.And the one really means the other.
"Idealism," immediately say some.Of course, it is.But what is the matter with idealism? What really is idealism? Do one-tenth of those who use the phrase so glibly know it true meaning, the part it has played in the world? The worthy interpretation of an ideal is that it embodies an idea--a conception of the imagination.All ideas are at first ideals.
They must be.The producer brings forth an idea, but some dreamer has dreamed it before him either in whole or in part.
Where would the human race be were it not for the ideals of men? It is idealists, in a large sense, that this old world needs to-day.Its soil is sadly in need of new seed.Washington, in his day, was decried as an idealist.So was Jefferson.It was commonly remarked of Lincoln that he was a "rank idealist." Morse, Watt, Marconi, Edison--all were, at first, adjudged idealists.We say of the League of Nations that it is ideal, and we use the term in a derogatory sense.But that was exactly what was said of the Constitution of the United States."Insanely ideal" was the term used of it.
