Gonna Lay Down
Time and again on these trips in the North he would be carrying some parcel or his travelling bags. When I would volunteer to carry these things for him, he would always decline my invitation. He seemed never to want other people to serve him; rather he wanted to save others any seeming inconvenience. I recall but one exception to this general rule of his. This was what proved to be his last visit to Chicago, in September. . . . I carried his travelling bags, sent his telegrams, answered his phone calls, ordered his carriages, bought his newspapers, and even carried his light fall overcoat.
FRANK P. CHISHOLM, ca. December 1915
WORK was life to Booker T. Washington, and he worked without stint until he could work no longer, three weeks before his death. But there were earlier warning signs and warning voices. He had once collapsed before his thirtieth birthday, in 1885, and had to spend ten days in bed and take a physical training course the next summer at Harvard. But he quickly forgot his lessons of regular rest and exercise. Not even the early deaths of his first two wives deterred him from laboring day and night. Neither did the deaths in middle age of his white father-figures, General Samuel Chapman Armstrong and William H. Baldwin, warn him or stop his obsession with work, for he had never learned to play. He was near collapse in 1899 when