Henry Ford.
When some day in the future another Carlyle re-writes “Heroes and Hero-Worship”, by the side of Moses, of Cromwell, of Odin will stand Henry Ford, the Hero of Work. For if there is in this world a Hero of work, a revealer of the possibilities of work as a remedy for all the ills that no work, bad work and the iniquitous organization of work have created, that man is Henry Ford. A great man of the heroic Carlylian type who is not just a glorified clothes-rack hung for the moment with the glittering insignia of fame (in most cases La Fontaine’s “L’Ane portant les Reliques”) but a man who effects or sows the good seed of beneficent social transformations. One was Louis XIV, called the “Great”; but another was Gutenberg, the Greater.
And who is there in the modern world besides Henry Ford fecundating human progress with the pollen that will make to-morrow better than to-day and yesterday?
Henry Ford’s worth does not lie in the fact that he is the richest man of all time; this would only
