Books with author Clara Judson

The opening chapter of Clara Ingram Judson's Andrew Carnegie introduces young Andrew (or Andra, as he was known by his family) and the childhood home in Dunfermline, Scotland, that was always dear to him. The following thirteen chapters present, in chronological order, the events in Carnegie's life. Chapter titles such as "Telegraph Boy" and "Iron" summarize the emphasis of the period. When machine weaving ended the profitability of the hand weaving trade. William and Margaret Carnegie, with their two sons, Andrew and Tom, immigrated to the United States in search of work. Andrew Carnegie arrived in 1848 at the age of twelve with a meager education but a desire to work hard in his new homeland. From bobbin boy in a cotton mill to engine boy in a factory to telegraph messenger, Andrew Carnegie impressed his employers with his abilities and his enthusiasm. Railroad superintendent Thomas A. Scott promoted him at the Pennsylvania Railroad and offered the young man an opportunity to buy his first stock. Carnegie followed this investment with others in a sleeping car company, an oil company, and several iron companies. With his own businesses doing well, Carnegie was able to leave the railroad in 1865. His personal philosophy of managing money included paying off debts early, not living extravagantly, and having money available to meet needs. When Carnegie decided that the steel industry was an investment opportunity of a lifetime, he...

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FINDING THE NEW HOME The late afternoon sunshine sent its slanting, golden rays through the car windows on to the map that Mary Jane and her sister Alice had spread out on the table between the seats of the Pullman in which they were riding. “And all that wiggly line is water?” Mary Jane was asking. “Every bit water,” replied their father, who bent over their heads to explain what they were looking at; “a lot of water, you see. You remember I told you that Chicago is right on the edge of Lake Michigan. And Lake Michigan, so far as looks are concerned, might just as well be the ocean you saw down in Florida—it’s so big you can’t see the other side.” “And does it have big waves?” asked Mary Jane

THE BROKEN DOLL Mary Jane stood on the curbstone and stared into the middle of the street. Her face was white with fright and the tears which had not as yet come were close to her big blue eyes. Her little fists were clinched and even her perky plaid hair ribbon seemed to show amazement. And wasn't it enough to make any little girl stare? Her big, beautiful doll, the one that came at Christmas time, lay crushed and broken in the middle of the street! Its glossy brown hair matted in the dust; its dainty pink dress torn and dirty and its great brown eyes crushed to powder! For a full minute Mary Jane stared at the wreck that had been her doll. Then she turned and ran screaming toward the house. Mrs. Merrill heard her and met her at the front steps

MARY JANE'S ARRIVAL It seemed to Mary Jane that some magic must have been at work to change the world during the night she slept on the train. All the country she knew had hills and valleys and many creeks and woods of pine trees. But when she waked up in the morning and peeped out of the window of her berth, she saw great wide fields and woods that seemed always far away. And the occasional creek that the train rumbled over was small and could be seen a long way off, coming across the fields toward the railroad. And the roads! How funny they were! They came straight and white toward the train, each just exactly as smooth and as regular as the one before. To be sure the country was pretty; yellow buttercups and bright blue flowers bloomed along the track and the fields looked fresh and green in the morning sun. "I think I'm going to like it anyway, even if the hills are all smoothed out," said Mary Jane as she looked at it thoughtfully, "and maybe I'd better put on my shoes and stockings." She rummaged in the funny little hammock that hung over her window, found the shoes and stockings and put them on, and was just wondering if it was time to dress when she heard Dr. Smith's voice outside. "Yes, Sambo, I'm awake," he was saying, "and you may call the young lady