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No Disease

"Some one sick at your house, Mis' Carter?" inquired Lila. "f done seed de doctah's kyer eroun' dah yestidy."

"(fh, huh. H'it's my bruddah, Mose."

"Sho? Whut's {e matteh wid Mose?"

"Nobody seem t'know whut de disease is. He kin eat an' sleep good as he evah did. He stays out all day on de po'ch an' looks lak he feels good. Trouble is, he cain't do no work a-tall."

"You say he feels good but he cain't work?" "Yup."

"Law, Miss Carter-dat ain't no disease Mose got. Dass a gift."

My Neighbor cnd I

My neighbor lives just over the way, across the boundary fence.

A habit that neighbors have.

But he is no mere neighbor, in the sense that his property is simply adjacent to mine.

He greets you with a smile, no mattgr who you are or where he meets you, and his big bass voice booms out cheery exclamations.

That neighbor of mine.

Ffe's the idol of every youngster in the neighborhood, for whose eager interrogatives he is never too busy, and into whose play-life he enters with a heart that refuses to grow old.

Even the animals and birds find sanctuarv, food and shelter by grace of-

This neighbor of mine.

He does not turn away from the tears of others, or shun their burdens, but is the first to offer his services in sorrow's lone hour-a rock of defense for the weary heart.

Through the faults of others he draws an erasing line and covers their sin with a mantle of true charity, and, like the One of old, gently bids them go in peace and sin no more:

This neighbor of mine.

But-and in this my heart condemns meAm I true neighbor to him?

Soldiers

"I never felt so punk in all my life."

"Do any drinking last night?'

"Yes, and when f went to bed I felt fine. But when I woke up I felt terrible. It was the sleep that did it."

My Rocd

My road calls me, lures me, West, East, South and North, Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth.

To add more miles to the tally, Of grey miles left behind, fn quest of that one beauty, God put me here to find.

The Set ol the Scil

-Masefield.

One ship sails east, another west, By the self-same wind that blows, 'Tis the set of the sail and not the gale, That determines the way they go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we journey along through life, 'Tis the set of the soul that determines the goal, And not the storm or the strife.

(Author unknown)

Iust An Empty Bottle

George Meredith, the English author, loved to make plays upon words. Richard Le Gallienne says that, seeing an empty wine bottle on the table, Meredith spoke as follows to the house maid:

"Mary, you behold here a body from which the soul has departed. A body without a soul ! Mark it there, empty and useless, of no value to gods or men ! One full of genial fire, golden warmth for heart and brain, alive with inspiring ichor, the Hymettian fount of noble talk and soaring thought, the elixir vitae of wit, making of man's dull brain a thing of magic and dream, lifting our dull mortality into the highest heaven of invention ! But behold it now, a hollow, echoing shell, a forlorn cadaver, its divine life all poured out of it, no laughter in it, no wisdom, no human kindness in it, any more, forever. What shall be done with it, Mary? A body from which the soul has departed! What do we with such? What is there to be done, but to hurry it out of sight of gods and men-mournful reminder of feasts that are at an end, and dimming candlss-."