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'U. S. Pol. No. 1936028 pnd in the world as in 5116 school, / Vo" know how tateydy turn and shift, 1 f rne prize be sometit6s to the fool, \ The race not aly'ays to the swift.

The above is one of the choicest bits of verse in my scrap book of short verses. And I have a scrap book full of short verses that I prize next to my collection of alleged funny stories. You can drive home a thought with a well selected verse as punchfully as you can with a well chosen story. A few minutes ago I was called to the telephone to learn that an old and close friend had died very suddenly. So many such messages have come to me in the last few years that I have become almost accustomed to them" But the news caused me to turn to another verse in my scrap book, one I have read over perhaps more times than any other single verse in that book; this one: :F**

Let me live out my years in heat of blood!

Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine!

Let me not see this soul-house built of mud. Go toppling to the dust-a broken shrine.

Let me go quickly-like a candle light

Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow; Give me high noon-and let it then be nightThus would I go ! (McMillan). ***

This friend whose death I just learned about, went that way. He had lived abundantly, and to a ripe old age, always with a grin on his face, and a happy word on his lips. Fine. And then to go quickly and completely as he did, rounds out a very successful life. ***

Another favorite verse in this scrapbook comes to my mind at this moment, and asks for admittance to the page. It's Eddie Guest's delightful stanza:

If your motto says "Smile," and you carry a frown; "Do it now" and yo r linger and wait;

If your motto says "I{elp," and you trample men down; If your motto says "Love," and you hate.

.You won't get away with the mottoes you stall, F'or the truth will come up with a bounce. It isn't the motto you hang on the wallIt's the motto you live, that counts.

A gang of us sat .rorrrrl ; ;", night telling political stories, and they asked me for my favorite political story. I told them it was the story of Boss Murphy, of the old Tammany Hall, and William Jennings Bryan. The famous Wigwam was closing a political campaign in old New York with a tremendous rally the night before election, and the big leader "Boss" Murphy was in the chair, while William Jennings Bryan delivered the principal address of the evening. It so happened that before he had talked five minutes, Mr. Bryan quoted a line or two from "Goldsmith." Boss Murphy looked sharply at the speaker, but said nothing. Ten minutes later, warming to his work of regretting the disparity between rags and riches, Bryan orated:

"r might well quote ; ;J, of the immortal Goldsmith, when he said: "Ill fares the land, to hastening ills q prey, where wealth accumulates, and men decay." Boss Murphy's gavel came crashing down on the table to interrupt the speaker, and his eyes flashed with indignation as he demanded in stentorian tones: "Wait a minute, Mr. Bryan! Who the Hell is this Jew Goldsmith, and what office is he running for?" ***

Mose was telling Sam about how a mule threw him that morning. Sam asked: "Did it give you a headache?" And Mose answered: "Quite the contrary, Sam, quite the contrary."

Once I was unfoldin my g/nion to a crowd, that big men are always approa b4frhile little men, trying to appear big, are always th orfosite. A railroad man in the crowd cut in with: "Sfrr The smaller the station, the bigger the agent." :f ,f ,f

"Don't you know that you are your brother's keeper?" asked the Community Chest worker. "'Wrong" replied the prospect. "I've only got one brother, and the warden at the state Penitentiary is his keeper."

They say in Haiti:

No one ever helped a difficq$rituation-by repeating that most asinine of all re right."

"An economi$t" says the.factical man, "is one who goins to be all knows ever5rthing, but1r{n't do anytlfing." "A practical man," replied the ydnomist, "i\Sl6 man who insists on perpetuating the gfistakes of his {ncestors." rF :f :f

One of my favorite political speech remarks, and I have listened to it for a generation and always give it a laugh, is this: "They tell me that some good and wise men are opposing me in this race, but I say to you, that the good who do so are not wise, and the wise who do so are not good."

Advertising pays. Ask coffee. Have-?ou noticed that every bum who stops you on the :et and asks for help, wants to buy "a cup of cotr{g) never heard one ask for Guess that's why coffee a cup of tea or a glass of has become our natio drink.

Lots of merr keep themselves eternally stirred up and jittery by fighting those two awful and unbeatable eterni-' ties, Yesterday and Tomorrow. Too much regret for that which is gone, or fear of that which is coming, will throw :rnyone.

Tell your farm customer thi Dealer, 1fua1-"3 brand new roof on the barn grain and hay from rot." rnay save your

Knotty panels and boards for interior use have enjoyed considerable popularity for years past. Any retail lumber deder can furnish something of the sort, while plenty of citv,vards carry a variety of knotty woods to please the "o"tofu-Xqut a retail friend of mine told me an experience just the othei day, that established an all-tirne record. A customer came to him for help. He had bought a big, oldtimey house, and was remodeling it and converting it into the kind of house he had always wanted. He took the lumber dealer into a very large, high-ceilinged room that he R" converting into a play or game room, or something of t-FG-Bort, and told him what he wanted to do with it. His wants were simple. But they were difficult. He wanted the walls and ceilings of that entire room covered with knotty wql But he was not interested in the knotty panels the dealir had in stock, or in pictures he showed him in cataftlrresllhe knots were not big enough. He wanted big knots, and plenty of them, and they had to be sound to stay in.

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