THE GRUMPY GUY When students came, full of ambition, to the great scientist Agassiz, he gave each a fish and told him to find out what he could about it. They went to work and in a day or two were ready for their report. But Agassiz didn't come round. To kill time they went to work again, observed, dissected, conjectured, and when at the end of a fortnight Agassiz finally appeared, they felt that their knowledge was really exhaustive. The master's brief comment was that they had made a fair beginning, and again he left. They then fell to in earnest and after weeks and months of investigation declared that a fish was the most fascinating of studies. If our interest in life fails, it is not from material to work on. No two leaves are alike, not two human beings are alike, and if we are discerning, the attraction of any one of them is infinite. HE Grumpy Guy was feeling blue; the Grumpy The Grumpy Guy with baleful eye took Misery for a chum. He hailed misfortunes as his pals, and murmured, "Let 'em come!" "Oh, what's the blooming use?" he yelped, his face an angry red, "When everything's been thought before and everything's been said? And what's a Grumpy Guy to do except to go to bed? "And where's the joy the poets sing, the merriment and fun? How can one start a thing that's new when everything's begun? When everything's been planned before and everything's been done? "When everything's been dreamed before and everything's been sought? When everything that ever ran has, so to speak, been caught? When every game's been played before and every battle fought?" I started him at solitaire, a fooling, piffling game. tame. In all the times he dealt the cards no two games were the same. He never tumbled to its tricks nor mastered all its curves. He grunted, "Well, this takes the cake, the pickles and preserves! Its infinite variety is getting on my nerves." "Its infinite variety!" I scoffed. "Just fifty-two Poor trifling bits of pasteboard!—their combinations few Compared to what there is in man!-the poorest!-even you! "Variety! You'll never find in forty-seven decks One tenth of the variety found in the gentler sex. necks. "The sun won't rise to-morrow as it came to us to-day. 'Twill be older, we'll be older, and to Time this debt we pay. For nothing can repeat itself, for nothing knows the way." Then the Grumpy Guy was silent as a miser hoarding pelf. He knew 'twas time to put his grouch away upon the shelf. And so he did. You see, I was just talking to myself! Griffith Alexander. Permission of the Author. ΙΟΙ THE FIGHTER If life were all easy, we should degenerate into weaklings-into human mush. It is the fighting spirit that makes us strong. Nor do any of us lack for a chance to exercise this spirit. Struggle is everywhere; as Kearny said at Fair Oaks, "There is lovely fighting along the whole line." I FIGHT a battle every day Against discouragement and fear, Against the doubts that skulk along; I hear the croakings of Despair, It matters not how hard I strive; My dreams are spoiled by circumstance, I have to fight my doubts away, Has been familiar through the years; But fighting keeps my spirit strong, Permission of the Author. S. E. Kiser. From "The New York American." TO YOUTH AFTER PAIN Since pain is the lot of all, we cannot hope to escape it. Since only through pain can we come into true and helpful sympathy with men, we should not wish to escape it. WHAT if this year has given Grief that some year must bring, They always said there was suffering- Even if you have blundered, Even if you have sinned, Still is the steadfast arch of the sky And after only a little, A little of hurt and pain, You shall have the web of your own old Wrapping your heart again. Only your heart can pity Now, where it laughed and passed, You shall have back your laughter, Margaret Widdemer. From "The Old Road to Paradise," Henry Holt & Co. CAN'T A great, achieving soul will not clog itself with a cowardly thought or a cowardly watchword. Cardinal Richelieu in BulwerLytton's play declares: "In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word "Impossible," Napoleon is quoted as saying, “is a word found only in the dictionary of fools." CANDTing more harm here than slander and lies; YAN'T is the worst word that's written or spoken; On it is many a strong spirit broken, And with it many a good purpose dies. It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning Can't is the father of feeble endeavor, The parent of terror and half-hearted work; It greets honest toiling with open derision And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man. Can't is a word none should speak without blushing; It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim. Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain; Arm against it as a creature of terror, And all that you dream of you some day shall gain. 1 |