The Bemidji pioneer., 1900-06-21
Take a Vacation.

Take Vacation.
P6ets have sung the praises Of the
plodding, enduring working man;
mankind has flung boquets Of admir-
alton at the industrialmartyr who led
by necessity or desire works six days
in the week and fifty-two weeks in a
year. There is great virtue in
having the habit Of the busy
bee or the disposition of the ant, to
whom the attention Of the sluggard has
been called by the Scriptures. 1t is
also rue that the man dilligent in his
business "shall stand before kings. !"
Bat the most pitiful case in the army
OF humanity is the Industrious man
without the instinct Of an ant or the
sense OF a bee--the man who does not
know when to rest.
True, a wise man has said: 1T is
rust which wears the machinery and
not the friction. But machinery
needs oil to prevent shot boxes. !" and
an occasional stop to lace the strain
ing belts. So does man need plenty Of
the lubricant called rest. Without it,
he may run a season at high rate OF
speed; he may boast of the quantity
and quality OF the work he is turning
out. But suddenly there comes a
crash; his strong arm fall lifeless; the
engine of the brain shiyers and stops,
and his whole body is shattered and
sore in every part. He is sent to the
repair shop, the hospital. from which
he never again comes forth as good
as new.
This country is full Of premature
men and women. Silvery locks at 40;
young in age, with the smileless face
and stumbling feet Of age. There are
thousands who carry their business
face to picnic grounds, and scamper
back as soon as possible to their work
with a sigh Of responsibility. They
work at their work, work at their
rest and work in their dreams. The
whip of constant labor drives the
sparkle from their eyes, the smile from
theis lips, love from their hearts and
youth from their veins. No, it is not
work which kills, but it's the lack Of
rest.
1t is a good one, this growing prac-
tice among business men to take q
few weeks vacation each summer; to
gather close to Mother Nature while
she bids them forget all care and ban
ish all trouble. They leave their
affairs in the tender care OF the Office
boy, and ship gayly into the forest,
alongth dreamy lake shore, by the
troubled trout streams, over broken
hills, which seem rising to greet the
God that made them. 1t does not
matter where we go, so long as the air
is pure, the scene restful, and the
change agreeable to tired system.
Northern Minnesota is becoming a
fountain OF youth tothe invalid, the
tired and the pleasure seeker from the
cities of the states. Here the unbrok-
en- forests and consequent cool temper
of the air, the variety and abundance
of game and fish in woods and lake on
every hand, lends romance to sport
and presents the GODDESS of health and
the GODDESS of pleasure arm in arm.
God pity the man who cannot find
time to shake hands with nature at
this joyous time of the year; when the
birds are planting a crop of melody
on the tree-tops; when flowers and
ferns are beginning to don their sum
mer wardrobe; when the fierce sun S
rays are tempered by glistening
shades, and the perfume of health
arises from the pine, and every bough
seems to wave q hand Of welcome as
much as to say: "Come unto me all
We who labor and are heavy laden and
I will give you rest
And we pity the man whose knowl-
edge Of geography is so limited that
he does not know that the best place
to get off at when travelling for har-
Dor of rest and recreation, is Bemidji,
the beautiful!
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