The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-08-04
Advice to q Young Man.

Keep up with the procession, my
boy. Don't hang back in the breeding.
You may be able to make things drag
little, but you can't stop the team,
and you'll have to come along. There
was a man, an eminent mathematician,
DIR. Lardner, of England, who pub
lished a treatise to prove that no steam
ship could ever cross the Atlantic
Ocean, and the steamer Sirius few
weeks later brought the first copies of
the pamphlet to America. This same
eminent scientist also ''staked his rep
utation as man of SCIENCE" before the
House of Commons, on his statement
that no railway train could ever go
faster than ten miles an hour, and the
slightest curve would invariably throw
it off the track. Babinet, the French
calculator, declared that no telegram
could ever be transmitted from Europe
through the Atlantic to America
There was man right here in Amer
lea, only one hundred years ago, who
opposed the rebellion of the colonies
because he knew it would be a failure.
There was a man who laughed himself
sore at Fulton's absurd ideas about
steamboats,. There were members of
Congress who wanted Morse shut up in
an insane asylum because he talked
about telegraph, which was an impos-
sibility. There was q man who said
you could never build bridge across
the Mississippi. There was a man who
said you could never raise wheat on the
great American desert. There was a
man who knew that nothing but 4
steam horse could ever trot in less than
2:40. There was man who ''knew"
you couldn't make the sun draw your
portrait. There was man who
'sknew" you never could find
better light than whale oil lamp.
There was another man who knew
you could never beat lard oil. There
was another man who said Colonel
Drake was a gibbering idiot because he
said lie could pump a better oil than
lard oil out OF the ground like water.
There was another man who said Edi-
son was insane when he talked about an
electric light There was another man
who said the monograph was clever
trick of ventriloIuism. There was a
man who said the telephone was news
paper lie. There was a man in England
who led mobs of agricultural laborers to
destroy threshing machines. There was
q man in America who "knew" the in
vention of the sewing-machine meant
starvation for the poor seamstresS. And
there is man to-day who "knows" the
Indians can never be civilized. There
is man who knows" we have reached
the limit OF human progress. There is
a man who "knows" the people are
helplessly enslaved, and win never rise
to assist themselves. There is man
who knows" shat all politics are cor
rupt. all politicians mercenary, the civil
service rotten to the core. and our So
cial life is honey-combed with decay.
Now, my dear boy, there's only one way
for you to escape that mans whining,
and obstinate, mulish opposition to ev-
thing. Keep so far ahead CT him you
can Iear him. And do you keep mov-
ing and drag him along. Rasp him with
the double he has to come, for the
old chariot never stands still second.
The difference between you and that
man. my boy, is that you run, and he
is dragged. You spring along with
your eyes open, your head erect,
and you help to keep things
moving. He has his feet set in the road,
his eyes shut tight, his back up on his
shoulders and his heart under the wheels
Every time you make leap you throw
the dust back in his face. Don't, my
boy, whatever you do. don't get back
beside that man. Don't have any
breeching on your harness. Put on
breast-collar and that is enough; you'll
run more lightly and feel freer. Let
the man in the breeching hang back.
All that you have to do is to step out,
keep pace with the times, sing as you
march, and keep the man in the breech-
inc so covered with dust the world will
only know he's there by the dirt around
him. 1t may be, Telemachus, YOU will
run 4 little fast sometimes; it may be
that you viii kick over the traces in
your exuberance of spirit; you may
sometimes want to strike a 2:19 gait on
a $40 road; you may need more curb
than whip. but 90 it, my boy. There is
a good driver on the seat, and firm
hand ON the lines. and I'd rather see
you coming down the long YiStas of his.
tory with the bit in your teeth, your
heels in the air. the brake rod sprung,
and the dashboard flying, than down
on your launches, your eyes Shut, and
Your back bowed, the lash on your
TANKS and your collar up to your ears.
your legs set like crowbars and the
dust Of the whole team flying in your
face, while you hang back in the
breeding and only come along because
you can't help it.-BurdeLtc, ia Burting.
ton Halrteyc.
Transplanting Teeth.