Rose Hulman Institute of Technology - Modulus Yearbook (Terre Haute, IN)

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there regarding Mr. Rose, such little things as give us a better insight into his daily life and private character. Mr. Rose knew how to watch the dimes and save them as well as to give them away. He wanted every man to pay him his debts scrup- ulously. He could then return the money if he chose, and he often did so, but paid it must be. He believed in simple living, and after he began to contemplate the Rose Orphans’ Home, he would often advise the members of his household to refrain from making some proposed expenditure, saying it would be taking the food from some poor orphan’s mouth. He kept a purse for private charity, and this becoming known caused him and his family much annoyance; begging calls at the door became very frequent. Mr. Rose had plenty of temper—Scotch temper, probably, and could use vigorous language when his sense of right- eous indignation was aroused. He was not afraid to take hold of work himself and it is said he has been seen many a time at the corner by the Terre Haute House, then his hotel, with a hoe in his hand scraping the mud from the crossings. It would do his heart good now if he could behold some of our dandified seniors with hair parted in the middle and perfumed with attar of roses, from dancing attendance upon the fair daughters of Terre Haute bon ton society, lay aside their fine raiment, draw on a pair of greasy overalls and go to shoveling coal or piling lumber or even cleaning out a steam boiler. There is in the library of the Polytechnic a photograph of Mr. Rose putting down the first Terre Haute oil well. It shows Mr. Rose in his character of a workman. He was very fond, too, of trimming his trees and working about in his lawn and garden. It is safe to say that few of the larger trees in the yard at the corner of Chestnut and Seventh street have not felt the touch of Mr. Rose’s jack knife. Mr. Rose had one good quality that has not often been described: He knew how to attach those who served him to himself with a warm feeling of affection. There are two old gentlemen living in Terre Haute today, who must have worked for Mr. Rose some 25 or 30 years. Serving men of the good old fashioned sort, who were in a cer- tain sense members of the family; who knew how to make their employer’s inter- ests their own, and who expected to be mentioned in his will and were not disap-