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"Remembering you at Christmas," Thus read your Christmas card, Forgetting me was easy, Remembering came hard. It seems so very long ago, The day you locked your heart, The universe has wheeled for me. Since we have been apart. Remembering me at Christmas ! Of course I thank you, dear, But Oh, my love! RememberI remember all the year. * ::. * -E. L. Spaulding.

Tom Dreier divides the productive life of an individual into four periods: up to 25 he is a learner; from 26 to 40 he is a doer; from ,o to 55 he is an executive; after 55 he is a counselor. Friends, shake hands with a counselor.

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You might as well be dead as without a sense of humor, particularly the way the world wags today. ft saves you doctor bills, prevents sickness because a smile beats a pill a mile, and keeps your heart happy. If you haven't an automatic sense of humor, start out to get one and develop it. You can't buy it any more than you can buy a ticket to heaven. Just study yourself over to determine wh5r you haven't got a sense of humor, and by the time you've watched yourself in the glass for a while, you'll probably have one. $ ,:. *

What a finish 1939 is makingl Again the world is being swept with fire and sword; deluged with blood and tears. The Four terrible Horsemen ride again, and this time there is a fifth and equally terrifying companion-Intolerance. The prophet Isaiah wrote: "And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more." Wonder what Isaiah thinks about his prophecy now? If he were around today he would change his words, probably, to read: .,And they shall beat their swords into torpedoes, and their spears into aerial bombs." * ::. :r.

Robert Louis Stevenson used to tell about the South Sea Islanders who didn't know how to lie until the mis- sionaries carne along; after which they soon overcame that difficulty.

Before the World War, Lecky, an Irish historian wrote: "The Teutonic tribes have captured the world because o.f their efficiency." Today we might paraphrase the Scripture and say: "What doth it profit a man if he gain the whole world (by efficiency) and suffer the loss of his soul (by brutality and mad leadership) ?"

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During the Franco-Prussian war a German mother wrote a plea to that nation, in which she said: "Why should the German mother, in pain and agony, give birth to a child and rear that child through industry and poverty, and teach him that when he arrives at the age of manhood it will be his duty to kill the child of the French mother? And why should the French mother teach her son that it is his duty some time to kill the son of the German mother?" Perhaps what this world needs is an uprising of the mothers of the world, to ask that question that the German mother asked, and so outlaw war forever.

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To be self-respecting, we must be self-supporting. Nothing could be more destructive of democrary than for idleness to continually eat the bread of industry. Nobility is entirely a matter of character, not of birth. Aristocracy is of the intellect, not of social rank. Honor cannot be received as alms, it must be earned. It is the brow that makes the wreath of glory green, or, as the Greeks inscribed upon the statue of Euripides: "This monument doth not make THEE famous, Oh Euripides, but thou maketh this monument famous."

Andrew carnegie orr"u l"ri', 'i "orrrr.a.rlate poor young men upon being born to that ancient and honorable degree which renders it necessary that they devote themselves to hard work." A fine and true sentiment. After witnessing what a mess of their lives the spoiled sons of a lot of rich men make, I sometimes regret that every American boy is not obliged to start out in life in so,me strange town, with an extra shirt, an extra pair of socks, a ten dollar bill, and nb one to help him in any fashion. In ttrat direction lies the road to character.

The heights which great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, ' Were toiling upward thru the night.

Thinking of Andrew Carnegie reminds me of the fact that his success story, like that of practically every other business man who has helped build the greatness of the United States, begins like this: "He veas the first to work in the morning, the last to quit at night;" or, "he burned the midnight oil while others slept or played;" or, "he worked harder and more diligently than other boys." That's the way we built our great men. But not any more. Those sort of successes are gone. Not permanently, we hope, but for the present at least. 'We've passed laws to prevent overwork and oven-zealousness. The fact that that is how strong men have been built since civilization began, makes no difference. It's agin the law. Ben Franklin's best axioms, if closely followed today, would get someone into trouble. Working harder, longer, and more intelligently than the other fellow, was all right to make Carnegies, Edisons, Fords, Franklins, and Lincolns; but we're not building those kind nowadays.

Along the shores of the sea we o,ften find a giant granite boulder, standing like a sentinel on guard. The billows and waves of untold years have washed the sand from around its base; the water line has been moved back. But invincible it rernains, defying the lash of the sea-marking the ancient boundary. Now and then I meet a man who reminds me of one of those granite pillars. He stands where the Constitution, fresh frorn the pens of the old masters, placed him. The tidal waves of fanaticism roar at his feet. But, unafraid, he holds to the old faith, and fights for the proven things on which the greatness of this republic was built. On such men our future depends. r love self-confide""" J,orl*]*n"ru the man has the stuff to back his self-opinion. Many generations ago a l9-yean-old boy answered an ad. A factory owner wanted a manager. The boy offered to take the job for $1500 a year, an unheard-of salary. The advertiser was amused. He could get hundreds of l9-year-old boys for much less. "But not boys like me," said the youngster. He so impressed the man that he got the job at his own price, which soon proved to be the greatest investment the employer ever made. The boy was Robert Owen, who was to become the world's first really great business man. Reminds me of Knute Rockne's story. He said he called the football aspirants together early o,ne season at Notre Dame, and told them to gather in squads of ambitious backs, tackles, ends, guards, etc. When he came to inspect the