Chicago, a fairy-tale city, where our Norwegian peasant and our youth of the working class have made good! Listen to a few tales, some of them strange, but [all] true.

In 1858 a youngster, Helge A. Haugan, came to America with his parents, where he almost immediately became an apprentice in the fine art of laying tile. But Helge had other plans; he founded a bank, small, very small to begin with, but today it has assests of more than $30,000,000. After Helge's death his brother, Hauman G. Haugan, took over the bank, and Helge's son, Oscar Haugan, became Norwegian Consul in Chicago. This position is neither a pleasure nor a source of profit, for Oscar has to pay his secretary, his office rent, yes, even the cost of paper and ink out of his own pocket.

Or let us take Anders P. Johnson, who came to Chicago as a youth, took a job as 2carpenter's apprentice, and later founded a chair factory that today is the largest in the world of its kind. Or take Christian Jevne, who came to Chicago without a cent in his pocket and started a retail grocery store that today is one of the largest in Chicago.

Yes, we find Norwegian names in every walk of life. For instance, Jens I. M. Hansen, librarian at the University of Chicago.

P. A. Thorp was the first man to charter a steamer, load it with Norwegian goods from Norway, and have this ship unload its freight in the Chicago river.

Or let us stop in "Scandinavia," on North Avenue between Western and California Avenues. Over the store windows we see such names as Henriksen [Dane], Petersen [Dane], Ulvestad [Norwegian], Fossum [Norwegian], Baker Hansen [Dane], Bookdealer Lund [Norwegian], Revyen (The [Danish] Review), and any number of Scandinavian doctors in their second-floor offices, outstanding among them all--