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asbestos roofing and siding; fence posts; stepladders; and I suppose hundreds of other items that my pencil failed to list.

Any man or woman who goes into that place and doesn't immediately buy something, is either broke or blind. I can't possibly exaggerate the appeal that dl that different stuff makes to a visitor. They stack a lot of stuff in front of the office all the time, with bright price tags on them. In these days of scarcity, the place makes a peculiar appeal. I'll frankly say that in a long life of calling on lumber yards and stores, I never saw anything like this one. They are doing a whale of a business, all the time. There isn't any war emergency as far as this outfit is concerned. They are selling worlds of stuff, and getting by in fine shape. They'll be there when the war is over.

I describe this place of business, not because I think every lumbernan can do and sell these same things, but to show that the fellow who is determined to survive can do plenty of improvising and substituting of goods and materials that will keep him going. Probably no two yards will meet their problem the same way. But if they use the same type of determination and ingenuity, each one will find its own way to business security through the emergency.

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GEORGE M. BAILEY'S MARVELOUS TRIBUTE TO LINCOLN

(The following tribute to Abraham Lincoln, one that belongs in every history-Iover's scrapbook, was written on a former anniversary of the birthday of Lincoln by the late George M. Bailey, then Editor of the Houston Post. The fact that Bailey \iras one of the most famous of the old-school of dyed-in-the-wool Southern writers, rqakes this matchless tribute the more impressive. For Bailey was one of the school that believed "damn-Yankee" was one word.)

"Date, Feb. 12th, 1923. One hundred and fourteen years ago, according to the vague records of the event, Abraham Lincoln was born.

"A child of the Southern wilderness, his character was moulded and wrought in an environment of loneliness, sorrow, and privation. His heart bled from early youth until under the weeping skies of a sad April morning in '65 it was drained of its last crimson drop.

"The joys of the world never knew him, to happiness he was a stranger, life's burdens clung to him with everincreasing weight until death struck them from his tired shoulders.

"The great duties that came to him were duties of pain and sorrow, the triumphs he won were triumphs that crushed his soul with grief.

"Looking back upon his strange career, it almost seems as if the man stalked across the stage of life with a crown of thorns upon his brow, bearing a cross to his Calvary, beholding the world through a mist of tears.

"He loved his country unselfishly and he served it nobly and with unfaltering faith. His spirit knew neither malice nor hatred, no impulse of vengeance ever sought refuge in his bosom. He was gentle of speech, sympathetic, charitable, compassionate, tender, patient, brave.

"Destiny made him the broken-hearted commander-inchief of an embattled nation turned against his native South, duty drove him through the tragic ordeal, and at the end fate struck him down and left even his estranged kinsmen bowed and dumb before his prostrate form.

"History reveals no counterpart of Abraham Lincoln. In body, heart, soul and mind, as well as in the fateful career that God marked out for him, the world has had no other like him among all its sons who have led mankind from Eden to Versailles.

"The pyramids in time may sink beneath the desert sands, the temples of the earth crumble in the dust of ages, the fame of the Caesars vanish in the darkness of oblivion, but surely as long as the race endures it will behold in the familiar figure of the martyred son-strange, gaunt, silent, colossal, with agony written in the lines of his kindly face and love glowing in his wistful eyes-the saddest, gentlest and most pathetic figure in all human history."

A Sonnet

I intended an ode, and it turned to a sonnet, It began a la mode, I intended an ode. But Rose crossed road in her latest bonnet. I intended an ode, but it turned to a sonnet.

-Austin Dobson.

Knew All The Answers

"Is the boss in?" asked the caller.

"Are you a salesman, bill collector, or a friend," asked the boy.

"All three" said the caller.

"ffe's in conference; he's out of town; walk right in," said the boy.

An Ideal Scotch Wife

A woman who fasted sixty-five days without any bad effects, just to show that she could, got over one hundred proposals of marriage when the news got out. And the proposers were all Scotch.

PARTING F'ROM A FRIEND

Concerning the feeling for a beloved friend who is far away, that gifted writer Kahlil Gibran wrote:

"When you part frorn your friend, you grieve not. For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain."

A Pointed Invite

He called his neighbor on the phone to invite him over to a little party they were having that night to celebrate his anniversary. He said, "We are in Apartment FourteenJust push the bell with your elbow."

'Why with my elbow?" asked the puzzled guest-to-be. "Hells-bells," said the other. "You wouldn't come emptyhanded, would you?"