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Henry Vcrn Dyke Wrote:

Lord, let me never tag a moral to a ta!e, nor tell a story without a meaning. Make me respect my material so much that I dare not slight my work. Help me to deal very honestly with words and with people, for they are both alive. Show me that as in a river, so in a writing, clearness is the best qualitp and a little that is pure is worth more than much that is mixed.

Teach me to see the local color without being blind to the inner light.

Give me an ideal that will stand the strain of weaving into human stuff on the loom of the real.

Keep me from caring more for books than for folks, for art than for life.

Steady me to do the full stint of work. as well as I can; and when that is done, stop me; pay what wages Thou wilt, and help me to say, from a quiet heart, a grateful Amen.

Closer

The closer you get to serving your fellow man sincerely, The closer you get to using all your talents in this service, The closer you get to living simply, near to Mother Nature, The closer you will get to finding your God and your reason for being, And the closer you will get to happiness.

The Plcin Mcrn

-Walt Koch.

The Plain Man is the basic clod, From which we grow the demigod; And in the average man is curled

The hero stuff that rules rhe Seven *,"" :l:"1*:::J::i",,a"a a sreat dinner in Athens, and were asked'the question: "What is the ideal state?" They replied:

Solon: 'That in which an injury to the least of its citizens is an injury to all."

Bias: "Where the law has no superior."

Thales: "Where the rich are neither too rich, nor the poor too poor."

Anacharsis: "Where virtue is honored, and vice detested.tt

Pittacus: "Where dignities are always conferred on the good, never on the bad."

Cleobolus: "Where the citizens fear blame, more than punishment."

Chilo: "Where'the laws are more regarded and have more authority, than the orators."

An Endtess Chain

The visitor contemplated the cool wind of April, and the snow on the mountain tops. He said to the gas station attendant:

"VV'hen does the snow melt on those mountains?"

And the attendant said: "When it gets warrn around here."

So the visitor asked: "And when does it get warm around here?"

And the follow answered simply: "When the snow melts on those mountains."

A Word to the Wise - - -

For when a woman is left too much alone, Sooner or later she begins to think; And no man tmows what then She may discover.

-Edwin A. Robinson.

Poor Job

Nobody finds quite as many things of interest in the local newspaper as Aunt Samantha.

"Job printing," she read from an advertisement. t'Poor Job ! They've kept him printing week after week, year after year, ever since I can remember. If he wasn't the patientest man that ever was, he never would have'stood it so long, nohow."

Techniccl

At the public library, a small boy presented a well-worn dirty volume at the return desk. The librarian glanced at the book, leaned forward to take in the size of the boy, and remarked, "This is rather technical, isn't it?"

Planting his feet firmly on the floor, the boy, half-defiant, half apologetic, said, "It was that way when I got it."

Kelude

I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant my lays, No pipes of Pan have set my heart to chiming.

I am no wordsmith dripping gems divine Into the golden chalice of a sonnet;

If love songs witch you, close this book of mine, Waste no time on it.

Yet bring I to my work an eager joy, A lusty love of life and all things human;

Still in me leaps the wonder of the boy, A pride in man, a deathless faith in woman.

Still red blood calls, still rings the valiant fray; Adventure beacons through the sumrner gloaming: Oh long and long and long will be the day Ere I come homing!