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Bob Fitzsimmons lacked the physical bulk of the men he fought, was ungainly in build and movement, and not infre quently got himself floored in the early rounds of his contests. But many people consider him the best fighter for his weight who ever stepped into the prize ring: Not a favorite at first, he won the popular heart by making good. Of course he had great natural powers; from any position when the chance at last came he could dart forth a sudden, wicked blow that no human being could withstand. But more formidable still was the spirit which gave him cool and complete command of all his resources, and made him most dangerous when he was on the verge of being knocked out.

HEN the battle breaks against you and the crowd forgets to cheer


When the Anvil Chorus echoes with the essence of a jeer; When the knockers start their panning in the knocker's nimble way

With a rap for all your errors and a josh upon your playThere is one quick answer ready that will nail them on the


There is one reply forthcoming that will wipe away the sting;

There is one elastic come-back that will hold them, as it should

Make good.

No matter where you finish in the mix-up or the row, There are those among the rabble who will pan you anyhow;

But the entry who is sticking and delivering the stuff
Can listen to the yapping as he giggles up his cuff;
The loafer has no come-back and the quitter no reply
When the Anvil Chorus echoes, as it will, against the sky;
But there's one quick answer ready that will wrap them
in a hood-

Make good.

Permission of the Author.

From "The Sportlight."

Grantland Rice.


Babe Ruth doesn't complain that opposing pitchers try to strike him out; he swings at the ball till he swats it for four bases. Ty Cobb doesn't complain that whole teams work wits and muscles overtime to keep him from stealing home; he pits himself against them all and comes galloping or hurdling or sliding in. What other men can do any man can do if he works long enough with a brave enough heart.


HE world is against me," he said with a sigh. "Somebody stops every scheme that I try. The world has me down and it's keeping me there; I don't get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair! When a fellow is poor then he can't get a show; The world is determined to keep him down low."

'What of Abe Lincoln ?" I asked. "Would you say
That he was much richer than you are to-day?
He hadn't your chance of making his mark,
And his outlook was often exceedingly dark;
Yet he clung to his purpose with courage most grim
And he got to the top. Was the world against him?

"What of Ben Franklin? I've oft heard it said
That many a time he went hungry to bed.
He started with nothing but courage to climb,
But patiently struggled and waited his time.
He dangled awhile from real poverty's limb,
Yet he got to the top. Was the world against him?

"I could name you a dozen, yes, hundreds, I guess, Of poor boys who've patiently climbed to success; All boys who were down and who struggled alone, Who'd have thought themselves rich if your fortune they'd known;

Yet they rose in the world you're so quick to condemn, 'And I'm asking you now, was the world against them?"

From "Just Folks,"
The Reilly & Lee Co.

Edgar A. Guest.


In any large or prolonged enterprise we are likely to take too limited a view of the progress we are making. The obstacles do not yield at some given point; we therefore imagine we have made no headway. The poet here uses three comparisons to show the folly of accepting this hasty and partial evidence. A soldier may think, from the little part of the battle he can see, that the day is going against him; but by holding his ground stoutly he may help his comrades in another quarter to win the victory. Successive waves may seem to rise no higher on the land, but far back in swollen creek and inlet is proof that the tide is coming in. As we look toward the east, we are discouraged at the slowness of daybreak; but by looking westward we see the whole landscape illumined.

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AY not the struggle nought availeth,
The labor and the wounds a
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,

When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

Arthur Hugh Clough


A little boy whom his mother had rebuked for not turning deaf ear to temptation protested, with tears, that he had no deaf ear. But temptation, even when heard, must somehow be resisted. Yea, especially when heard! We deserve no credit for resisting it unless it comes to our ears like the voice of the siren.


IT is easy enough to be pleasant,

When life flows by like a song,

But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.

For the test of the heart is trouble,

And it always comes with the years,

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth,
Is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy enough to be prudent,

When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;

But it's only a negative virtue

Until it is tried by fire,

And the life that is worth the honor on earth,

Is the one that resists desire.

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world's highway is cumbered to-day,
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,

And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.

From "Poems of Sentiment,"

W. B. Conkey Co., Chicago, Ill.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Gloom and despair are really ignorance in another form. They fail to reckon with the fact that what appears to be baneful often turns out to be good. Lincoln lost the senatorship to Douglas and thought he had ended his career; had he won the contest, he might have remained only a senator. Life often has surprise parties for us. Things come to us masked in gloom and black; but Time, the revealer, strips off the disguise, and lo, what we have is blessings.

TEVER go gloomy, man with a mind,

Hope is a better companion than fear;
Providence, ever benignant and kind,

Gives with a smile what you take with a tear;
All will be right,

Look to the light.

Morning was ever the daughter of night;
All that was black will be all that is bright,
Cheerily, cheerily, then cheer up.

Many a foe is a friend in disguise,
Many a trouble a blessing most true,
Helping the heart to be happy and wise,
With love ever precious and joys ever new.
Stand in the van,

Strike like a man!

This is the bravest and cleverest plan;

Trusting in God while you do what you can.

Cheerily, cheerily, then cheer up.



I'M glad the sky is painted blue;
And the earth is painted green;

And such a lot of nice fresh air

All sandwiched in between.


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