One of the first sights that greeted Page, as he came into the office, was the angular and spectacled countenance of William Lloyd Garrison, gazing down from a steel engraving on the wall.

One of Garrison's sons was a colleague, and the anterooms were frequently cluttered with dusky gentlemen patiently waiting for interviews with this benefactor of their race.

Page once was careless enough to inform Mr.Garrison that "one of your niggers" was waiting outside for an audience.

"I very much regret, Mr.Page," came the answer, "that you should insist on spelling 'Negro' with two 'g's'." Despite the mock solemnity of this rebuke, perennial good-nature and raillery prevailed between the son of Garrison and his disrespectful but ever sympathetic Southern friend.

Indeed, one of Page's earliest performances was to introduce a spirit of laughter and genial cooeperation into a rather solemn and self-satisfied environment.