The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1879-12-19
TO Young Med.

And then remember, my son, you have
to work. Whether you have to handle
pick or pen, a wheelbarrow or a set of
books, digging bitches or editing pa
per, ringing an auction bell or writing
funny things, you must work. If you
will look around you will see that the
men who are the most able to work are
the men you work the hardest. Don't be
afraid of killing yourself with overwork,
son. It is beyond your power to do that.
Men cannot work SO hard as that on the
because they quit work at 6 p. NJ. and
don't get home until A. NJ. It's the in
tervals that kill, my son. The work gives
you an appetite for your meals, it lends
solidity to your slumber, it gives yOn
perfect and grateful appreciation of
holiday. There are young men who do
not work, my son; young men who make
living by sucking the end of cane,
whose entire mental development is in
sufficient to tell them which side of
postage stamp to lick; young men who
can tie necktie in eleven different knots
and never lay wrinkle in it, and then
would get into West Hill street car to
go to Chicago; who can spend more mon
ey in day than you can earn in month; ;
who will go to the Sheriffs to buy pos
tai card, and apply at the Office of Street
Commissioner for a marriage license.
But the world is not proud of them, my
son. It does net know their names, even;
it simply speaks of them as old Soanso's
boys. Nobody likes them, nobody hates
them; the great, busy world doesn't even
know they are there, and at the great day
of resurrection if they do not appear at
the sound of the trumpet, and they GER
fa11 1c
them what it is for and what to do, 1 don't
think Gabriel will miss them or notice
their absence, and they will not be sent
as well without them. So find out what
you want to be and make a dust in the
world The buster you are the less dey-
iltry you will be apt to get into, the
sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter
and happier will be your holidays, and
the better satisfied will the world be with
you.
No, my son, the world does not owe
you living. The world does not need
you-you need the world. If you can
convince the world that you are necess-
ary to its well-being, its happiness, its
pleasure, its moral existence, then the
world will begin to claim you and make
room for you in the body pews with the
softest cushions and the easiest footstools.
But don't fall into the common error of
supposing that the world owes you a liv-
ing. It doesn't owe you anything of the
kind. The world isn't responsible for
your being. It didn't send for you and
it never asked you to come here, and in
no sense is it obliged to support you now
that you are here Your living is here
good comfortable living. Plenty to
eat, plenty to wear, an abundance of
good, healthful, hard work, ripp1es of
laughter, and sprinkles of tears, hours of
happiness and moments of heartache,
days of labor and nights of rest, duties to
be performed and rewards to be won; it
is all here, son-disappointments, strug-
giles, success, and honors, but the world
You can't collect your living as You
would debt, by simply presenting your
bill, or giving your lawyer the account
to sue. You have to work for it soon
and work like Trojan, too. When you
hear man say the world owes him lv-
ing, and he is going to have it, make up
your mind that he is just making him
self a good excuse for stealing living.
The world doesn't owe any man anything,
son. 1t will give you anything you earn,
and you just look out over the world and
know that all the plunder you can gath
er in by honest work is yours, and no
more. If you can't get any, why none
of it is yours, and if you can search out
and carry away ten times as much as
your neighbor, why it is all yours, and
he has no right to wait and whine over
his bad luck and want to divide. And
my son, in all hnman probability, you
will not want to divide. hope You may,
but it is very likely you won't.-R. J.
B,ndette in harrington Ha,oheye.