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FISHERMAN'S LUCK
Has it ever fallen in your way to notice the quality of the greetings that belong to certain occupations? There is something about these salutations in kind which is singularly taking and grateful to the ear. They are as much better than an ordinary "good day" or a flat "how are you?" as a folk-song of Scotland or the Tyrol is better than the futile love-ditty of the drawing-room. They have a spicy and rememberable flavour. They speak to the imagination and point the way to treasure-trove. There is a touch of dignity in them, too, for all they are so free and easy—the…mehr

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FISHERMAN'S LUCK

Has it ever fallen in your way to notice the quality of the greetings that belong to certain occupations?
There is something about these salutations in kind which is singularly taking and grateful to the ear. They are as much better than an ordinary "good day" or a flat "how are you?" as a folk-song of Scotland or the Tyrol is better than the futile love-ditty of the drawing-room. They have a spicy and rememberable flavour. They speak to the imagination and point the way to treasure-trove.
There is a touch of dignity in them, too, for all they are so free and easy—the dignity of independence, the native spirit of one who takes for granted that his mode of living has a right to make its own forms of speech. I admire a man who does not hesitate to salute the world in the dialect of his calling.
How salty and stimulating, for example, is the sailorman's hail of "Ship ahoy!" It is like a breeze laden with briny odours and a pleasant dash of spray. The miners in some parts of Germany have a good greeting for their dusky trade. They cry to one who is going down the shaft, "Gluck auf!" All the perils of an underground adventure and all the joys of seeing the sun again are compressed into a word. Even the trivial salutation which the telephone has lately created and claimed for its peculiar use—"Hello, hello"—seems to me to have a kind of fitness and fascination. It is like a thoroughbred bulldog, ugly enough to be attractive. There is a lively, concentrated, electric air about it. It makes courtesy wait upon dispatch, and reminds us that we live in an age when it is necessary to be wide awake.
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Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. was an American novelist, educator, diplomat, and Presbyterian minister. Van Dyke was born November 10, 1852, in Germantown, Pennsylvania. He was the son of Henry Jackson van Dyke Sr. (1822-1891), a famous Brooklyn Presbyterian preacher recognized in the antebellum era for his anti-abolitionist beliefs. The family descended from Jan Thomasse van Dijk, who came from Holland to North America in 1652. The younger Henry van Dyke graduated from Poly Prep Country Day School in 1869, Princeton University in 1873, and Princeton Theological Seminary in 1877. He was a professor of English literature at Princeton from 1899 to 1923. Among the many pupils he impacted was future star travel writer Richard Halliburton (1900-1939), then-Editor-in-Chief of the Princeton Pictorial. Van Dyke oversaw the group that developed the first Presbyterian printed liturgy, The Book of Common Worship, in 1906. Dr. van Dyke served as an instructor at the University of Paris from 1908 to 2009. In 1913, President Woodrow Wilson appointed van Dyke, a friend and old classmate, as Minister to the Netherlands and Luxembourg. World War I erupted shortly after his appointment, devastating Europe. Americans from all over Europe came to Holland seeking shelter.