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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
QUOTES"
COMMENTS ON
CURRENT TOPICS BY
NATIONAL CHARACTERS
NEW YORK’S FAIR
By FIORELLO H. LA GUARDIA
Mayor of New York.
''TPHERE is need of something
A to start things going, and the
suggestion of a world’s fair in
New York city serves that purpose en-
tirely. It is bound to have beneficial ef-
fects on business, on real estate and the
morale of the entire city. It is some-
thing to hope for. It is something to
keep us going for the next four years.
And that is why I so readily endorsed
the idea.
Now four years may seem a long
time to some, but it is a very short
time to prepare for an undertaking of
the magnitude that is being planned.
Don’t forget that New York city can-
not get away with a second-rate world’s
fair; it cannot be a world’s fair which
is just as good as any other city has
ever had. It must be something so
impressive, so much greater, so much
more perfect than any other world’s
fair has ever been to be a success if It
is held in New York city. There is so
much more expected of us than there
is from any other city in the country.
NAZI TREATMENT OF JEWS
By HERBERT H. LEHMAN
Governor of New York.
IN PEACE they contributed to
A Germany’s well-being; in war
they laid down their lives for
Germany’s greatness. Suddenly, almost
without warning, by official and na-
tional edict, all the Jews of Germany—
600,000 people—were singled out for
destruction, economically, socially and
politically. They have been harried
and driven out of their positions ic
business, in public life, in industry and
in commerce and in the professions.
There has been no secrecy, nc
equivocation on the part of the Germar
government. Hundreds of thousands
of men and women in all walks of life
have been ruthlessly and without pity
deprived of their means of livelihood
and of the primary rights of citizen-
ship. Even the right to education is
now being denied the Jewish children
and youths, regardless of their intel-
lectual qualifications. These men and
women in great numbers are now un-
dergoing indescribable suffering and
hardship.
ARMY MANEUVERS
By MAJ. GEN. FOX CONNER
United States Army.
7 N MATTERS of organizations
A and equipment you have to
take into consideration the nation-
al economy, and yet we have to get
telephone communications going. The
message centers are so busy at times
that it takes an act of congress to get
a message through. I think we have
gone wild on the subject of radio.
There are many instances in the last
few days where Interference garbled
the messages. We are spending a great
deal of work and money on radio. We
ought to cut it out and spend it in de-
veloping our telephones.
The maneuvers have given no infor-
mation whatever on the tactical value
of mechanization and motorization. It
has been shown that everything back
of a division should be motorized. Be-
yond that I am not so sure. I don’t see
how in actual warfare you can make
prompt, efficient reconnoissance from
a station wagon.
LEAGUE OF NATIONS
By NEWTON D. BAKER
President Wilson’s Secretary of War.
7 BELIEVE we should go into
the League of Nations. In the
last six months the League has
centered the attention of intelligent
mankind and civilization on a problem
more important than ever before in
the history of the world.
In the old days, wars were started
overnight for unknown causes. Here,
for the first time in human history, a
controversy has been laid on the table;
reasons have been published so that
you and I know what they are. That is
an immeasurable advance.
President Wilson foresaw a council
of nations that has not developed. The
League has met, instead, in an atmos-
phere of economic internationalism.
But, lame as it is, it has done what
has never before been done. It has
made it possible for the common man
in the street to read and judge the
righteousness of the cause.
ETHIOPIANS AT UALUAL
By GEN. ERIC VIRGIN
Selassie’s Swedish Military Adviser.
TP\ID the Italians malce use of
modern artillery and equip-
ment at the engagement at Ualu-
al? They made use both of airplanes
and tanks, and the fact that apart
from the tanks three airmen could
hover above the foremost fighting lines
just as the action started must seem
rather puzzling to those Italians who
want to make out it was a question of
a sudden attack.
It was found then that the Ethiopians
did not"run away in terror at the sight
of airplanes, although these men had
never seen flying machines and were
believed to be terrified from the first
moment. Instead, they charged straight
at the Italian tanks, climbed on them
at full speed and shot the crews inside.
Nothing but death can check these peo-
ple when the lust of battle grips the*
• WNU Service.
Tberes Always Another Year
MARTHA OSTENSO
Copyright Martha Ostenso
WNU Service.
SYNOPSIS
To the little town of Heron River
comes Anna (“Silver”) Grenoble,
daughter of “Gentleman Jim,” for-
merly of the community, known as a
gambler, news of whose murder in Chi-
cago has reached the town. Sophronia
Willard, Jim Grenoble’s sister, is at the
depot to meet Silver. Her household
consists of her husband, and stepsons,
Roderick and Jason. The Willards own
only half of the farm, the other half
being Anna Grenoble’s. On Silver’s ar-
rival Duke Melbank, shiftless youth,
makes himself obnoxious. Roderick is
on the eve of marriage to Corinne
Header. Silver declares her eagerness
to live with her aunt, on the farm, and
will not sell her portion. She meets
Roddy, by chance, that night. Silver
tells Sophronia (“Phronie,” by request)
something—but by no means all—of her
relations with Gerald Lucas, gambler
friend of her father. Roddy marries
Corinne, and brings her home. Corinne
has a maid, Paula, who seems to at-
tract Jason. Silver again meets Gerald
Lucas, who has established a gambling
resort near the town. She is compelled
to introduce him to Corinne Willard
much against her will.
CHAPTER V—Continued
—6 ■ —
“Corinne Willard?” Gerald repented.
“And where have you been all my
life?”
“Where nice girls always are,” Co-
rinne replied archly. “Living at home
with mother.”
“Just a nice, old-fashioned girl,”
Gerald bantered amiably. “Well, come
along out to Emerald bay some night
when mother isn’t around. Bring her
out with you, Silver.”
Silver stepped to the side of the
car.
“Gerald,” she said, “you’re going to
be late for your appointment. And
besides—”
“Right-o, Silver!” Gerald put in
Immediately. “1 was forgetting. See
you both later.”
The car Shot into the road and van
Ished beyond the thicket where the
highway turned to the south.
“Well—I must say—you have a wav
of dismissing people—” Corinne ob-
served.
“I just happen to know Gerald,” Sil
ver said quietly.
“So I have heard,” Corinne remarked,
“He’s not at all what I imagined him.
And he is awfully good-looking, isn’t
he?”
Silver was thoughtful for a mo-
ment.
“Corinne,” she said at last, “I don’t
want Gerald around here at all.”
“Well, it^’s no affair of mine, my
dear,” Corinne said lazily, and began
calling to her dog, -who was exploring
the underbrush on the hill.
Something deep within Silver trem-
bled. She saw Corinne turn away
and go toward the house. From among
the shadows under the great oak came
the sound of Jason playing a quaint
old lullaby. The music, mingling with
the unbroken churring of the frogs,
seemed to come from far away, from a
past of half-remembered, half-forgot-
ten things.
CHAPTER VI
Just before sundown, Silver rode out
to bring the cattle in from the pas-
ture. On the way home she paused
beside a stripped field of barley where
the men were at work, A couple of
them waved to her. Jason stood on
one stack, pitching the sheaves to the
man who fed the machine. Roddy
stood beside the separator, attending
to the bagging of the grain as it flowed
from the spout. He waved to her and
Silver, waving back, remembered ir-
revelantly that Corinne had not been
present at the midday meal. She had
gone to luncheon at the Richters’, in
their cottage on Twin Deer lake.
Silver shook her bridle rein and was
about to turn away when she heard a
scream from the field. She swung
around quickly and saw Roddy jump
toward a tow-headed youth who was
standing near him. The engine stopped
instantly and the men hurried to where
Roddy was leaning over the hoy. Sil-
ver slipped down from her horse and
in a moment had crept under the fence
and was beside Roddy. The boy had
stumbled and caught two fingers of
one hand in a cog-wheel of the thresher.
The fingers were two bloody tatters
hanging from the hand. The boy was
lying on the ground now. his face a
deathlike pallor under the sunburn,
his lips writhing back from his
clenched teeth.
“Where’s the first-aid kit?” Roddy
shouted to the men who were crowd-
ing about him.
Jason had already gone in searcn
of it. “D—n It, we’ve forgotten it!”
he called as he came running back.
Roddy looked up. “Has anyone a
clean handkerchief?”
Nobody responded. Silver had knelt
beside Roddy, who was keeping a vise-
like grip on the bleeding hand.
“Use this, Roddy,” she said quickly,
and whipped off her clean white linen
blouse. With her shoulders bared to
the rosy light of the low sun, she
tore the material into strips and gave
them to Roddy while he made a
bandage and a tourniquet for the boy’s
mangled hand.
“All right, Jimmie!” Roddy said at
last, and lifted the boy gently to his
feet. “Start the truck, Jason. You’d
better go down to Maynard and let
Doc Woodward attend to it.”
In a minute the, truck had rattled
away. It had all happened so quickly,
it seemed t® Silver that she had scarce-
ly drawn a breath. Roddy was coming
back to her from the wagon that stood
off a |short distance from the threshing
machine. He was carrying his own
grimy jacket. She permitted him to
button it up to her breast, .while she
thrust her hands down into the pockets
in an effort to control their trembling.
“That wasn’t very pleasant, was it?”
he said with a grim smile. “But those
things happen now and then.” When
she did not reply, he laid his hand
on her shoulder. “You were a brick,
Silver—to do what you did. But you’re
pretty unstrung. Perhaps you’d better
ride home in the wagon with me.
Rusty will find his way back alone.”
In another moment, she knew, she
would burst into nervous tears. With-
out looking at him she said hurriedly,
“No, thanks, Roddy. I’m—all right.”
She turned away abruptly and rushed
hack to the fence, crawled under it
and called to the horse, who had wan-
dered off a short distance.
All the way home, beneath Silver s
shuddering memory of the ragged
clots of the boy’s fingers, dwelt the
thought of Roddy’s dark face and his
kindling, changed eyes.
*•**•*•
While Roddy was washing in the tin
basin on the bench outside the house—
placed there for the use of the crew—
Phronie came out of the kitchen.
“What’s this I hear about the Healy
boy?” she asked. “What happened?”
Roddy told her.
“Well, I declare it just seems some-
thing has to happen every year,”
Phronie said. “And he’s such a nice
boy, too. Well, hurry up and get
washed. Supper is ready.”
“Is Corinne home yet?’’ Roddy asked.
“She’s upstairs changin’ her clothes.
Have you seen Silver anywhere? She
went to fetch the cows, but I haven’t
seen her since.”
Roddy told her then of the part Sil-
ver had played in getting the boy
ready to go to Maynard with Jason.
“Well—that girl beats me!” Phronie
declared. “But then—she’s just like
her mother. I remember—”
“You’d better go in and look after
things, ma,” Roddy interrupted.
Roddy hastened upstairs to put on
clean clothing before he sat down to
supper. On the landing he met Co-
rinne. She was dressed in a clinging
green chiffon gown that came almost
to her beautifully shod feet.
“Hello, lovely!” he greeted her in a
low voice.
She laughed and rumpled his hair.
"There’s a corn roast and a dance
over at the lake tonight, darling,” she
told him. “I thought I might as well
dress now. Aren’t you going to kiss
me?”
Roddy grinned, then drew her to him
and kissed her throat.
“You’ve washed already?” she asked,
surprised. “Don’t tell me you washed
in that tin basin outside.”
“Certainly. Why not? I’ve done it
for years.”
“You have a bathroom upstairs,
haven’t you?”
“Listen, kid,” he protested. “You
don’t know it, but the men are funny
about such things. I don’t want them
to feel—well, you know what I mean.”
“I don’t know at all,” she objected.
“I should think—”
He swung her to him and held her
close for a moment. “You’re much
too pretty to talk to me in that tone,”
he remonstrated. “Go on down—I’ll
be with you in a jiffy.”
But as soon as he had left her. his
mood grew sober again. He could not
forget young Jim Healy and his poor
crushed hand. Then, curiously, with
an obscure lightening of his spirit,
there came to him the vision of Silver
Grenoble, in her riding breeches, kneel-
ing there on the field in the sunset,
her shoulders bare above a plain silk
bodice. Perhaps he had been all
wrong about her. Perhaps she be-
longed here as essentially as he did
himself.
Roddy entered the dining room. Be-
fore he took his place at the table, he
glanced over at Corinne, daintily pre-
siding at its head and smiling gracious-
ly upon her overalled and plaid-shirted
guests. Phronie and Paula stood, one
on either side of the table, serving the
men when necessary, or replenishing
some dish or other from the kitchen.'
Silver had remained at the stone house,
to make supper for old Roderick, who
had not been feeling well for the past
week.
It was Corinne’s first appearance at
table with the threshing crew. Roddy
winced, in spite of himself, as he
saw her draw back quickly when a
brawny arm reached across her bosom
in a lunge toward the butter dish.
Finally someone made a too graphic
comment on the day’s accident, and
Corinne covered her eyes. It was the
last time she sat at the table with the
men.
An evening or two later, Roddy re-
turned from visiting the Healy boy to
find Corinne impatiently awaiting him.
“I1 thought you’d never get hack,”
she complained as soon as he entered
the house.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“The Richters called up this after-
noon and I promised we’d he over to-
night. It’s their last party before
they go back to town.”
“Corrie,” Roddy said in a voice that
was slow #itb weariness, “I’ve been
out to parties till I’m ready to drop.
I’m fed up with it. How do you expect
a man to do his work and go out to
some d—n fool party four of five
times a week?”
For a moment there was silence.
Then Corinne said, “But I promised
them we’d bp there.”
“I can’t help it.” Roddy protested.
“If you want to go, take the car and
run over for an hour or so. I'm so
doggone tired I could—”
“Harry and his sister will come for
me—if you won’t take me,” Corinne
replied distantly.
“Corrie!” Her name, as he uttered
it, was a vehement plea. But she did
not answer. She had already left the
room arad gone into the hall to tele-
phone.
Roddy sat for a minute where he
was and listened to Corinne’s voice as
she talked to Harry Richter and made
her own elaborate excuses for her hus-
band. Then he got up and went to
the kitchen.
He was sitting there a half hour
later when Corinne came and stood in
the kitchen doorway. She was dressed
for the party. Roddy looked up.
“Give my regards to Harry,” he said,
“and tell him to bring you home
early.”
Corinne frowned. “I didn’t think
you could be so stubborn.”
Roddy got up and put his arm about
her. “It isn’t stubbornness, dear,” he
said quietly. “Lord, can’t you tell
when a man is dog-tired?”
“You’re not too tired to go, if you
really wanted to,” she persisted. “It’s
just that you don’t like the people who
are going to be there.”
“Well—they’re not my idea of a
steady diet, exactly,” he admitted.
She drew her lips tight as she re-
turned his look. “You are very funny
sometimes,” she said coldly. “I sim-
ply can’t understand you.”
“Don’t try, kid,” he said and patted
her on the shoulder. “Go ahead and
□I
“I Don't Know at All," She Ob-
jected. “1 Should Think—”
have a good time. I’ll put in a couple
of hours checking up on that new
corn.”
“You’re not too tired for that,” she
retorted.
“But that has to be done,” he told
her. “There’s Harry now.”
There was the sound of a car com
ing to a stop before the door. Corinne
turned away immediately and was
gone. Roddy went to the window and
watched until the car was out of
'sight.
• •***••
Silver gathered her tweed jacket
about her and seated herself beside a
clump of .Tuneberry bushes on the hill.
It was quite late, but she had been un-
able to go to bed on such a night as
this.
It did not seem possible that Gerald
Lucas could be only a few miles away.
She found herself wondering, idly,
what he would do to amuse himself
presently with the leisure his new
enterprise would give him. His effort
to restore their relationship would
not be repeated, she knew. He had
not made any attempt to communicate
with her during the past several days,
and so far as Silver knew, Corinne had
not met him again. But that moment
in the sultry moon-rise, when Corinne
and. Gerald had looked at each other
for the first time, remained in her
mind still, haunting and ominous.
There was a sound of someone
moving out of the brush to the left.
Silver glanced up and saw Roddy
standing a few feet away, looking down
at her.
“Why Roddy!” she exclaimed. “I
thought you and Corinne had gone to
the party.”
For a moment he hesitated. “Co-
rinne went,” he told her. “The Richters
came for her.” He sat down near by.
“I took a night off and spent it bring-
ing some of my records up to date.”
“I wish,” said Silver wistfully, “that
1 had studied plant pathology and
those things instead of languages.
Every time I go into your laboratory I
feel so darned inferior!”
He laughed indulgently.
“Well, you’re certainly young enough
to learn,” he remarked, “if you’re still
bent on being a farmer. And it’s be-
ginning to look as though you are.”
He got his pipe from his overall pocket,
packed and lighted it. “Except that
you ought to be in bed at this hour.
You worked pretty hard today, Phronie
told me.”
“This is lots better than sleeping,”
Silver said, and waved her hand toward
the clouds of mist that were drifting
low under the waning moon.
“And not such a waste of time,” he
declared. “When I saw you walking
up here 1 was leaving the shop—I
thought I’d sneak along and get an
eyeful of it for myself.”
They sat In silence watching the
thin wraiths blending, parting, blend-
ing, In the hollows below.
“You were over to see the Healy boy
today, weren’t you?” Silver asked
finally. “I was thinking about him to-
day. Couldn’t we give a barn dance or
something and collect enough money
to pay Doctor Woodward? The Mich-
eners told me the Healys haven’t a
dollar to spare for anything like this.”
“That’s an idea, Silver,” Roddy ex-
claimed with enthusiasm. “I’ve been
wondering what we could do to help
out. Old Doc Woodward won’t be so
hard to satisfy. I can probably fix
that myself. But the family is up
against it, and without the boy’s
wages, they’ll be in a bad way. I’ll
speak to Corrie about it I’m sure
she’ll take to the idea.”
“It would be fun,” Silver said. And
• perhaps wretched for herself, she
thought with a pang. Except for the
Flathes, a Norwegian family on the
south and the Micheners, frugal but
free-spirited Germans up near the lake,
she had so far made friends of none
of the people in and around Heron
River.
Roddy turned and looked at her sud-
denly. “You know—that’s the kind
of thing that makes you likeable,
Silver.”
“What kind of thing?”
“You’re always thinking about some-
body else. The other day in the field,
when you tore off your blouse—”
She was smiling at him. “I shall
probably grow up to be a nice old
maid—loved for my good deeds,”
Roddy laughed and put his arm
about her shoulder.
“You’re a great little kid!” he ex-
claimed. “After old lady Folds, and
then—this bird Lucas cropping up—or
I should say flying in—”
“Now, Roddy, please don’t start ap-
plauding me. or I may cry. Besides—
I’ll be twenty in November, so I
haven’t much credit coming to me.”
“You will? Well, well! And I sup-
pose Phil Michener thinks you’re just
about the right age to settle down, eh?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Sil-
ver replied loftily. “I like his sister,
and I like him. They are real people,
Roddy. They more than make up for
—women like Mrs. Folds.”
“And men like Gerald Lucas?” There
was a curious note in Roddy’s voice,
half gentle, half embarrassed, the
banter gone out of it.
Silver clasped her hands together
before her. “Yes,” she said. “Al-
though Gerald isn’t an evil as Mrs,
Folds is, Roddy. He is an evil for
me, that’s all. Or he was, I should
say. But you know by this time that
I don’t run away from—from that sort
of thing—any more.”
Roddy cleared his throat. “You
were in love with him, weren’t you?”
lie asked abruptly.
For fully a half minute, Silver gazed
down upon the wavering shelves of
mist.
“I went and stayed at his apart-
ment,” she said tonelessly. “For a
week or so—while dad wras away. Per-
haps I was in love with him. I don’t
know. But now that I am here I
know that it wasn’t the right kind of
love. I must have known that even
then, because I wouldn’t marry him.
Gerald wanted to marry me. He was
more decent than I was. He still is, in
a way. He fascinated me, but I knew,
all the time, underneath, that his life
could never be mine. That’s all there
is to it, Roddy.”
At first, Roddy continued tv turn
the bowi of his pipe about in his
hand. Then, slowly, his eyes moveJ
toward the girl beside him;
“Does Phronie know this?” he asked
quietly.
“No. I have never told anyone but
you. I—I didn’t even tell dad the—
whole truth. I don’t know why I’ve
told you this,” she went on broodingly.
.‘‘But it seems to me the land has some-
thing to do with it. It has been like
telling it to the land—starting over
again, honestly. It’s hard to ex-
plain—”
“I’ve hardly deserved your confi-
dence,” Roddy broke in with a short
and ironic laugh. “My feelings toward
you have been anything but generous,
Silver.”
“I think I’ve understood them,
though,” she replied thoughtfully.
“When you’ve worked a piece of
land until you have your roots in it—”
Me stopped suddenly, and bent tow’ard
her with his hand outstretched. “This
is just my clumsy way of apologizing
to you for being a fool, Silver.”
She laid her hand in his and he
drew her to her feet. Silver, meeting
his eyes, experienced a frightening con-
traction of her throat. Roddy pressed
his lips together and drew a deep
breath, as though some profound un-
ease had settled within him.
Together they walked down into the
yard, and their simple good night was
taken coolly into the silence.
* * * * * * »
Harry Richter and his sister Evelyn,
Corinne reflected with a secret fillip oi
contempt, were still—and perhaps al-
ways would be, in spite of their ad-
vantages of money and travel—just a
pair of noisy and slightly vulgar cubs.
But of course their father owned
most of the town of Maynard, and the
family mansion there was the pride
of the district. Harry and Evelyn
cheerily preferred this “little place on
the lake” and even in winter fre-
quently gave week-end parties here.
Corinne sat in a deep chair in the
shadowed corner of the sprawling
room, and as she gave a sidelong glance
at the amused profile of Gerald Lucas,
who stood beside her in an indolent,
provocative attitude, smoking a cig-
arette, it seemed to her that Harry’s
friends were a little pathetic, even
rustic. Corinne was coolly excited
by the realization that never before
in her life had she met anyone so
polished, so cynically debonair as Ger-
ald Lucas. Slie felt, with merely thfl
least thrill of danger, their mutual
understanding.
(TO BE CONTINUEW.
Uncommon
Sense BLoKnBLv.
©, Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
If you lack the ability to show peo-
ple what you can do and how well you
caff do it, you might
_ , . as well give up
Showmanship Every person who
has his way to
make must be not a show off, but a
showman.
Don’t expect to get a job by asking
for one.
Cultivate the ability to inspire con-
fidence.
The circus, with its solemn parading
procession of camels and elephants, ad-
vertises itself.
But circuses are few, and just at
present the members of one family
seem to have pretty near a monopoly
of them.
Learn how to address people quietly
and convincingly.
If there is something that you can
do particularly well, don’t fear to talk
about it.
Better a little over-confidence than
no confidence at all.
It has been my experience as a news-
paper man that many people get good
jobs, and hold them for a while, mere-
ly because they have the nerve to go
to an employer and tell him what they
can do.
They may he sent away empty
handed.
But if they keep on trying they are
pretty sure some time or another to
find a sympathetic listener.
If you haven’t any training, get
training.
You can’t expect to get or hold a job
about which you khow nothing at all.
If you get a chance at a position,
study that position days and nights
and Sundays.
Don’t worry about setbacks.
Everybody has them, why not you?
* * *
I once knew a man who started In
the business of theatrical producing.
He had money and gathered an ex-
cellent company together.
He got a well known playwright to
write a play for them.
And then he put on his drama with-
out building up any advertising, and
imagined that all he had to do was to
watch money coming into the box
office.
Naturally, it never came. He lost
most of his money. He sold the play
to another producer, who advertised it
like a circus, and made a small for-
tune out of it.
And the new producer never changed
a line of the play, or a member of the
cast.
But he knew how to sell his product,
and the original owner didn’t.
7/ all the people who want to be suc-
cessful really tried to be successful at
least ten per cent of them would be any-
way moderately successful.
The trouble is that most people who
want to be successful think that the
mere wanting will do the trick.
* * *
If this were a perfect world, there
would be no need for lectures or
sermons.
You Got to Unfortunately, It
Watch ’Em isn’t.
We are bound to
have disappointments.
We are almost certain, if we are
friendly and unsuspicious, to meet
with rogues who get the better of us.
Perhaps we were meant to be just
a trifle distrustful of the people we
meet. Certainly we encounter shocks
and disillusionments. But what can
we expect in a wmrld where greed and
avarice exist side by side with decency
and kindliness? !
* * * i
i
Make up your mind that it is worth
while to check up on the people you
meet before you lavish your affections
on them. Find out what kind of peo-
ple they are.
Be “From Missouri,” to quote a
phrase in general use twenty or thirty
years ago. Beware of people who
profess to be your friends until you,
really know something about them.j
You do not need to be constantly sus-^
picious of everyone with whom you
come into contact. But before you
take people on trust, take the pains to
learn whether or not they are the kind
of people who can be trusted. Be
ware especially of flattery, which is
one of the most deadly poisons that
enters into human relationships.
* • * i
Life is not easy, especially if yon are
determined to go up hill and not down.
Read the daily papers, and you will
hardly find an issue which does not
contain stories of helpless or foolish
people who have been robbed by those
who prey on the easy going.
Be especially wary of people who
offer you what appears to be fine
chances to make easy money.
You need not be greedy. You need
not be selfish. But you must know
how to protect yourself against greed
and selfishness, or you will wake up
some morning to discover that every-
thing you worked for is in some
other fellow’s pocket.
* * •
All the rackets are not conducted by
hard featured men who carry automatic
pistols. There are many smiling, attractive
people who have the art of gaining your
confidence, and the craft to betray it cm
soon as they get you where they want
you.
* * *
Keep your mind on your own job.
Bear in mind that there is no such a
thing as cinch. Above all never be
deluded into the idea that you can get
something for nothing.
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