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"l have been a customer of the E. K. Wood Lumber Co. since the opening of their yards fifteen years ago in the San Gabriel Valley. and the abriel quality of their merchandise plus their courtesy and service has kept me a satisffed customer and a constant user of the 'Goods of the Woods."'

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A Mcn's Creed

Let me live, O Mighty Master, Such a life as men should know: Tasting triumph and disasterJoy-but not too much of woe. Let me run the gamut over, Let me fight, and love, and laugh, And when I'm beneath the clover, Let this be my epitath:

Here lies one who took his chances, In the busy world of men; Battled luck and circumstances, Fought, and fell, and fought again; Won sometimes, but did no crowing; Lost sometimes, but did not wail; Took his beating, but kept going; Never let his courage fail.

Ennobling You

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. ft is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place. And this only by doing that which is great and noble.-Petrarch.

Didn't Want the Best

Pure water is the best of gifts, That man to man can bring, But who am I that I should have The best of everything?

Let princes revel at the pump, Let peers with ponds make free, Whiskey, or wine, or even beer Is good enough for me.

Clipt.

Hints lor Knockers

A peasant with a troubled conscience went to a wise and good man for advice, saying he had circulated a vile and false story about another, and wanted to do something about it.

The good man told him to fill a bag with chicken feathers, go to every doorway in the village, and drop some feathers into every place. The man did as he was told, and then went back to the wise man, saying he had done penance for his folly. But the wise man said, no, fir'st he must go back over his route and pick up every feather he had dropped, and put them back in the bag.

"But the wind will have blown them all away," said the peasant.

"Yes, my son," said the wise man, "and so it is with gossip and slander. Words are easily dropped, but no matter how hard you try you can never get them back again."

At Fontcineblecru

My love and f to Fontainebleau

Drove through the slanting, silver rain, Never was fairer way to go

Than that same road to Fontainebleau.

For slender dreams were blossoming, Its cloth of gold and mauve, the spring Through fragrant rain, was offering.

Fluttering leaves at Fontainebleau

Were sheathed in silver as a sword, Were starred with many a pearl, and O, Our hours were short at Fontainebleau ! All cfther days may pass and fade f can recall your softest sigh

But not this one that love had made For our reward, in light arrayed.

Do you remember FontainebleauThis swift turned tree, that drowsy bloom, Such song from lark and thrush as tho Our hearts were pierced at Fontainebleau?

That as a white moth drifted by, And each perfume, and our-goodby.

-Elizabeth Shaw Montgomery.

The Scxophone and Social Success

It was only a short time ago that f scoffed at the saxophone. f never dreamed that it had such possibilities. A social bore, finally I turned to that instrument as a last desperate resort.

My experiment was a huge success overnight. Now I am the life of the party. "Here comes George !" they shout gleefully whenever I enter the room at a party. "He's brought it with him," they call. "Good old George !" they all say. These and kindred phrases greet me on every hand.

I've definitely arrived, and I owe it all to discovery that a saxophone holds four times as much liquor as a hip fask.

All the Team They Needed

Satan, so the story goes, called St. Peter on the telephone and suggested that they get up a baseball game, with teams to represent their respective places, heaven and hell.

"That's silly," said St. Peter. "Ilave you ever stopped to think what the heavenly team would be like? Why, we've got every great player in baseball history up here, a thousand of them, all famous players for every position. What chances would your team have?"

And Satan roared with unholy laughter:

"We've got the umpires," he said.